Behind the Blue Door
It was a new call. As always with the new calls George came with me. He waits in the car and I take my panic button with me. Well, I always have my panic button, it looks just like a fob on my car keys, just that with the regulars there is no George waiting outside. I keep telling them it is a false sense of security as a regular is just as likely to go crazy as a new client but they never listen to me.
"George, can you try find a house number, I don't have a house number of. The satnav just has a postcode."
I pulled over into one of the free parking places when the satnav said I had reached my destination. It was one of those well-at-heel areas that either had rules for everything, or perhaps everyone just thought in the same way. I often have clients in these kinds of places, maybe one day I will ask if they have rules about the colour of flowerpots. This street was grey and beige. Three story Georgian... Read more...