It’s Sunday afternoon. Four cars just parked up on the road outside my flat. Six people got out, five women and one man. All are wearing blue polo shirts, white boiler-suits and green rubber gloves, and appear to be carrying cleaning products. They’ve just entered a house opposite. One of them has a stepladder.
There are several scenarios I could hypothesise to explain this, none of them pleasant. I haven’t been in all week, so I wouldn’t have noticed… oh, I don’t know… a large police presence or whatever.
Update: They’re now marching in carrying multiple Numatic Henry vacuum cleaners.
Update 2: Ten minutes later, they’ve all gone again. Er… weird.