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My left foot, by contrast, had developed Parkinson’s Disease. My toe twitched over the switch. He leant forward and reached for the fence. Time slowed down. His hands touched the panel, my foot jerked and wow! It was like Close Encounters. His shadow spilled out on to the lawn and he swung his head to the left and upwards. His face contorted with pain. I pressed the shutter release – “tuck-tush”. He moved back on to the decking.

Turn and run, you bastard. He didn’t. He shielded his eyes and tried to look beyond the lamp. I hunched my head in to my shoulders and cowered. He took a step back and looked again. I sank lower. Go away, you bastard…..please. My politeness worked. He walked backwards towards the gate and stumbled on the hole-punch. He kicked it away and tried for one last time to see me. Please, just go away. He turned and left, only stopping to shut the gate.

In the near-distance a car started and drove slowly away. I waited for the crash, knowing that he would be driving blind. There was no impact. Great. There must be two of them. I got up and stared downwards and replayed what I had seen. Why had he tried so hard to see me? He could not have seen in to the bedroom. Could he? Possibly? No. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

I sat back down and concentrated on him rather than me. Why would he want to climb the fence? Had he really done this at least twice before while I slept? I went to the front bedroom. My legs belonged to Bambi and my heart was still in my head. The room was very cold. I felt very scared. I also felt very alone. I put on a pair of combats, two jumpers and a thick pair of socks. The clock glowed 3:05.

I returned to the back bedroom and slumped in the chair. I needed to watch the decking. If I left it illuminated, there was no way that he would return. As long as the decking was lit, I was safe. I kept watching and I needed no help to stay awake. This was fortunate as there are no songs with “terror” or “what on earth are you doing you stupid arsehole” in their titles.