The Right Place
"This is the right place isn't it," said the man with the security helmet as he walked into the office. He had the visor up and was holding one of those hand held machines that you can sign for things with these days.
"Where do you think it is?", I asked.
"Merlin Housing Society", he said.
"No," I said - with the pleasure of someone who is correct. "Its over there." I opened the door and pointed to the other shop front - its signage obscured by trees.
"Thanks", he said.