Last night I got into the flat and had a bit of a fright! Downstairs, there is an old shop, that my landlord uses to store wooden flooring and stuff, and I keep my bin and bike there. As you come in the door off the street, the door is always open into the 'shop'.
Well. Last night, I walked in and jumped! The bin and bike were in the narrow corridor down which I walk, past the shop, to get to the stairs up to the flat. And in the 'shop' was a pile of coffins and wreaths etc! Talk about a shock!
My landlord is also the village undertaker, which explains why that stuff was there - but I wasn't expecting to come across it!
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