A thief breaks into a house and stays all night.

He didn’t mean to but the 1,000 count Egyptian cotton sheets and the diffuser filled with lavender oil made it hard to leave.

He had a bath. He had a whiskey. It was very good whiskey. He had another whiskey and got drowsy.

In the end he didn’t take anything from number 91 (unless you count hot water and four fingers of whiskey) as it was too peaceful a house to disrupt. Others could learn from these folks…

Maybe he’d make it a regular stop on his pilgrimage from north to south together with number 23 Cecil street and the culinary joys of the corner house on Scotts and Eric streets…