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The short-sighted lunatic

At one time, Norma and I shared a basement flat in Holland Road W 14. We had one half of the basement, Miss S, our Irish landlady, the other, separated by a heavy door. She came to us one day and told us to expect a plumber early the next morning, coming to fix a leaky tap in bathroom and said to let him in.

At some ungodly hour the doorbell rings and Norma dashes out, clad only in a skimpy nighty. Screams ensue and I thought it was a ruse to get me up so I stayed put in bed. However, the screams got more frantic, so I dashed to the kitchen to find Norma being flung around by some crazed bespectacled youth. Grabbing his specs, I threw them across the floor and together we managed to shove him out the door. So strong was he that the door came off its hinges!

Miss S meantime, too scared to investigate, dashed upstairs and grabbed two Irish tenants for moral support. By the time they arrived, oke* had fled. The cops duly arrived, thinking it a huge joke, despite our bruises and scratches. It appears oke was an escaped lunatic from Springfield Asylum! He had turned himself in, no doubt unable to find his way home without his specs!

*Afrikaans: guy