ALAstair was meAndeRing down the pavement in his own little world, thinking about this and that and not paying much attention to anything else. He found himself standing outside a stranger's front door and wondered why the key would not work in the lock. Just then the glare from the policeman's torch brought him out of his reverie. "Oh, evening constable, I was not thinking straight and have finished up at the wrong house", he managed to say as he pulled himself together and made a bee-line to his home. The constable had given him quite a fright, so he made a comforting hot chocolate with frothy cream on top and sat in his favourite chair to relax and recover.
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