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June 21, 2009
11:05 am. Driving. You realise you have time. Quick turn. Park. You approach the door and knock. You hear movement. After a couple of minutes the door opens. Gavin, sleepy-eyed and wearing a gown over his pyjamas, smiles and asks you to come in.

You enter, stepping over a shirt and shoe, and something that looks like a broken biscuit. Gavin asks if youíd like a coffee. White with two, you tell him. He opens a cupboard and itís empty. He chooses a dirty mug from the sink and rinses it, then makes you a coffee.

Welcome to Gavinís house.