Yesterday we went to the new flat to meet with the inventory guy and get our keys, etc. Today is the big move - the movers will be here in an hour. Can't wait.
While we were there yesterday, we weren't in the door ten minutes when there was a knock on the front door. It was a French man - youngish - about 35. He had just come back from a run and had a look of frustration.
'Hi,' he said breathlessly. 'Did you recently move in?'
'We're about to move in,' I said cheerily.
'Did you put all those boxes and rubbish by the fence?'
'No, wasn't us,' I replied, my cheeriness now fading.
He looked skeptical.
'Have you seen anyone dump anything out there? Because it's not supposed to go there. The foxes got into it last night.'
Foxes? There are foxes running around the mean streets of Hampstead?
'I haven't seen anything. I haven't moved in and we've only been here for ten minutes,' I say.
Still not convinced he said, 'You mean you live here in flat one and you haven't seen anything?'
'We haven't moved in yet, we JUST got here. No, we haven't seen anything at all. We don't even have the keys yet.'
'Keep an eye out and let me know,' he said sharply and turned on his heel. 'Welcome to the building.'
What, no wine, no flowers? Sheesh!