Bathtime at Number 49

Often, whilst leaning out of my Gosport Borough bedroom window, drawing on a cigarette, during the late winter evening hours, I would notice, as would anyone, even with half an eye, the screaming 500 watt fluorescent tube thundering its way from an otherwise quiet rear gardened terraced house. The fact that it was an unfrosted curtainless bathroom window didn’t seem to bother the occupants. On this occasion I’d left the lights on in my shed.

Enamel on board

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Bathtime at Number 49