‘ ‘I’ve come to read your meter’ said the Gas Man in a surprisingly soft voice.
Martin Martin remained unmoved.
‘*cough*’ coughed the Gas Man.
Martin Martin moved. The Gas Man bounced inside and the door was closed carefully behind him.
He was a slight man, perhaps 40 to 45 in age and an 8 with a thick sock in shoe size. With his gentle eyes and glowing jowls he didn’t necessarily look like a Gas Man. Mind you, thought Martin Martin, you take any job you can get these days (he himself was an Electric Fan by day).
‘I’ve come to read your meter’ said the Gas Man in an unsurprisingly soft voice.
Martin Martin pointed under the stairs. ‘
TO BE CONTINUED.