Albert and Me
I moved into number 2 Hillcrest the day of my 19th birthday. It was a small apartment with a tiny kitchen, a small sittingroom, shower room and a bedroom big enough for a double bed and a bedside cabinet. I didn’t care, it was mine – all mine. I didn’t know a soul in this town and that was just how I liked it. I’d just made myself a coffee and started to flick through a magazine when there was a knock on my door. Wondering who on earth it could be I slid the chain on before opening the door. A man, elderly, was standing there. “Hello” he said, “I noticed I had a new neighbour and thought it would be a neighbourly thing to introduce myself” and proceeded to push his hand through …