h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Be careful. Are the police aware?

I called them yesterday - didn't help. They didn't even really believe me, and he came right back when they left.

Insist they come back and take a look and not park outside your place

I'm off to the main police station on my way home...

Yes get it sorted.

Outside my window is grey skies, and a gengle movement from the trees..riveting stuff

My Brother drinking wine with his mate Tom...

Not much going on - especially no shady characters lurking. Maybe he's gone for good?

..good

The same as four nights ago.

Dead and dark!

Pretty quiet outside here too... and Dark.... not even goign to be the useual noise of the clubbers wondering drunk down the street I guess, being Thursday en all... Tomorrow will be there night for that and I won't be here

The sun is out the sky is blue

But it is raining in Manchester.

Alas I am a brat : Did the police help you? Your story is scary are you ok now?

('s just Malabarista, anagrammed)

I've not spotted him yet today, though someone *was* very persistently ringing all the doorbells in the house this morning

But *if* he shows up again, the police gave me a number to call and they'll send a guy plainclothes to check him out.

Apparently, though, he's not doing anything *illegal*

Oh, no, I think he's back - at least, there's a guy standing there, watching the house; not sure it's the same one.

It's sounds very scary to me. Plain clothes rozzer could be what you need. Not doing anything illegal indeed

Well, I *have* taken to sleeping with my sword

But I'm at work now and lost him - so all that's going on outside is autumn leaves falling on traffic in the rain, and I have my back to that

Well take care honey keep us informed of all eventuallities.

Good grief I think I can see some blue sky up there in the big Mancunian sky no silly me just a group of city fans.

Thanks, I'll do

It's dark now, and still raining.

Gee whiz. Hope everything takes a turn for the better for you Mal!
I had stalker problems in the not so distant past and know how worrying that can get.*sigh*

The warm Santa Ana winds are gusting wildly through the canyon. I can hear the rustling of dry leaves and the sighing sound of the wind as it rushes through the tree branches, under the house eaves and flue of the fireplace chimney. Strange and unaccountable shadows flit and dance upon the uplit patio area. A faint sound of lapping water drifts in upon a gust from the direction of the fountain somewhere in the darkness beyond...