it took me some time, but i finally made it last night. grabbed the two locks, S.'s multi-tool and the headlight, and the phone, and off i went, 11pm at night, on my bike. there was a lot of traffic on Commercial Road for this time of night and it was bitterly cold, an expression they use much too much here.
I was going to the old house to see if the bailiffs had come, and if not, take the lock and make a few phone calls, if the line still worked. we were waiting for the bailiffs that morning to see our own eviction, but then they were late, and wanted to tat some tat from Ed's house, which was getting evicted as well that morning. We managed to take two chairs and a stereo. they had left two dolls on the front door step; a teddy bear and some other muppet-animal. both looked hopelessly cute, as they were wating for the bailiffs to come. Ed had left the front door unlocked.
Now, 11 at night, i cycled past their house: no teddy bears, just an ugly metal door, and a sitexed window. the house was secure, and definitly empty.
It took me another couple of minutes to get to our house. took the next turn left and then left again. a police car was parked there by the homeless hostell, humming to itself. no coppers inside; and as i was staring, i saw another cop-car approaching. did somebody nick a police car and left it down the road? i had no intention of lingering about to find out. the old house was boarded up; they have there, i thought. so they probably changed the lock. i didn't bother checking, cycled home. my nose gets really runny in this cold weather. i hate it.