It's 3AM and I'm not asleep. Naturally.
So, it's 3AM and I am in the midst of an insomnia attack. So I get up because lying in bed waiting to fall asleep is no longer an option and I'm wandering about my room, doing things here and there, when I hear high pitched whistling out on the street. The first few times I ignore it, until curiosity gets the better of me and I go look out the window. I see no one. I go back to my business.
The whistling begins again, this time accompanied by shouting. I look out the window again, and once again I see no one and nothing but as soon as I am standing at the window the whistling and shouting becomes more exuberant. At this point I notice that in the downstairs window of the house directly across the street I can see two faces, from the nose up only, peering at me accompanied by two little laser pointers, one blue and one red.
What. The. Fuck?
Honestly, I could write a novel about my strange encounters with British people.
The whistling begins again, this time accompanied by shouting. I look out the window again, and once again I see no one and nothing but as soon as I am standing at the window the whistling and shouting becomes more exuberant. At this point I notice that in the downstairs window of the house directly across the street I can see two faces, from the nose up only, peering at me accompanied by two little laser pointers, one blue and one red.
What. The. Fuck?
Honestly, I could write a novel about my strange encounters with British people.