Just another day, it started out like any other...

Today was nothing out of the ordinary. The sunshine looked deceitfully promising so I stepped out of the house geared up in black trousers to defend myself against the terrors of the wind, black jilbaab to match the clouds when they came in and a fairly warm jacket to protect myself against the evening wind! I stepped out unwittingly into scorching sun; not a branch was swaying - no breeze at all. Serves my cynicism bloomin right dunnit?

JR amazingly enough had a empty seat right in blue1, I could handle that. Except a dear friend, god bless her soul, decided to drag me off to red2. Of course by the time I got there, the seat in red was gone, so was my original parking spot in blue. Not to worry, I found an equally naff spot not too far away. Oh it was perfect, the lights were dim, there was no to look in on me, it was cosy warm. Ah well. Come lunch time, I had a big staisfying lunch and got sleepier. Nodded right off till my phone rang. Clearly, the JR trip today was just not going to do me any favours. Especially in the heat.

I decided I'd go home, dehijab, splay myself out in the empty bedroom on the double bed with all my notes and textbooks after another cup of coffee. Dear dear caffeine, has kept me going these past couple of weeks. I get to the house... 'Aneesa?' calls miss pink. 'Ja!' I answer. 'Oh my brother's in the house, well he's just upstairs in my room'. Fine I think. I'm tired. I shall settle in md's room while she's taking a break. I can dehijab there.

MD was watching one frrreakish movie. Random ghosts, weird illnesses these people have and they're all pretty suicidal too. Suddenly there is middle aged pakistani man in the garden we can see through the patio door! And this is real life. No movie. Naturally my reaction is get up and wrap a big piece of cloth around my head and shriek about how rude it is to walk into people's gardens! Then I pull the curtain and go upstairs. I see the man peeping through the hedges from my window. Ruddy bob! Is he looking for a way back to his own garden? How very very strange...

Meanwhile miss pink who is at this time at her unclegees has been informed via text about 'the strange man' who apparently came by earlier that morning as well but apparently the sighting had been dismissed as some kind of delusion on md's part. So whilst washing the billion dishes and pans in the sink I get a call and of course I shriek the story over the phone - non of my usual dulcet tones in there. Once I get the shrieking out of my system I'm back to calmly doing the dishes. Its a very therapeutic little task I say. Out of the blue there's another man in the garden. Again, asian and I can tell just from the back of his head! As I flee with soapy hands to shriek, oh yes, yet again, to md about 'more strange men' I spot a floaty blue hijab next to the strange man's head. It all makes sense now.

'Oh lord', I say to md, 'I was just about to complain to you about 'return of the strange man' but its just miss pink accompanied by her brother'. Luckily the curtains are still drawn in md's room so I find refuge there. So off goes pink's bro, after checking that there's still 4 deck chairs, to go shout at the retarded neighbours fully unaware that he himself was half the fright! Ah well. Happens right?

A certain housemate of mine now lives in fear of opening her curtains. Do people not think about the frog who was hit by the careless stone?