Finding a four foot long fish occupying the bath was a bit of a surprise. Especially at six fifteen on a Monday morning and particularly before breakfast. “I know it’s an old bathtub.” Perry muttered to himself, blinking wearily at the large, strange looking fish peering dopily back at him through vaguely green tinted water. At this time of day his sleep fogged mind was still running far too slowly to register any shock. “But this is ridiculous.”

Maybe if he left the bathroom and came back it would maybe disappear. Maybe he was still dreaming. He pinched himself and blinked hard, twice. No. The fish with skin like Van Gogh’s starry night turned in the confined space of their claw footed cast iron antique with a sluggish sploshing and waved an amiable tail back at him.

Who had filled the bathtub anyway? Wouldn’t they have heard their flats notoriously eccentric pipework in the middle of the night? And greenish water? Their venerable plumbing occasionally dispensed liquid with a brown tinge, but never green. Perry sniffed. Was that the taint of old seaweed? Sea water? This far inland?

Grabbing his electric razor, he shuffled out of the plastic tile floored bathroom with its awful bland magnolia decor, and the strange four foot long Coelacanth splashing lazily… Wait a moment. This had to be a prank, right? Sandra’s younger brother was a zoology student. No doubt he found this hilarious. How the hell he’d smuggled a live living fossil into Perry and Sandra’s one and a half bedroomed flat overlooking the High Street without waking them both up, plumbed new depths. Yeah, fish. Depths. Funn-ee. Not. Hang on a minute, how the hell had he known it was a Coelacanth?

Right. Close eyes, pinch self again to wake up. Turn around. He went back to the bathroom and took a picture with his smartphone, then did an image search. Oh shit. It really is…”Sands?” He called gently into the main bedroom that still looked like a bomb full of sheets and pillowcases had gone off in it. Sandra stirred, one gym toned leg visible above the sheets, the rest of her buried under the remnants of last night’s frenentic bed olympics. “Sands?” Perry called again hesitantly.

“What?” She muttered, dark bob cut hair barely visible.

“Your brother, that’s what.” Perry said grumpily. “He’s pranking us. Again.”

“If it’s from the Insect house, it’s your problem.” Her muffled voice replied. “Oh God, it’s not even half past six!” Pink rimmed opalescent eyes fluttered open.

“He’s put a Coelacanth in our bath.” Perry said.

“A what?” Sandra swung upright, sheets falling away to reveal her exquisite chest. Perry tried hard not to stare and failed miserably.

“A Coelacanth. A bloody great should-have-been-extinct Dino-bloody fish. I just looked it up.” He passed his smartphone to her, the wikipedia page quite visible on its tiny screen.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Sandra swung out of bed and brushed past him, bathroom bound and still naked, smelling wonderfully of pheromones.

“They don’t have Coelacanths at Darren’s University. Or his placement.” She called back. The toilet flushed, ancient sounding clangs and squeaks rattling the pipes. There was an astonished pause as she peered into the bath. “Fuck!” Sandra squealed as she almost bowled him off his feet, running back into the bedroom before diving beneath the sheets. “Right!” She snapped. Perry heard her phone dialling out and walked back into the bathroom where the antique fish lazily stirred the bath water with those strange rounded fins. Behind him he could hear Sandra swearing at her younger brother over the phone. “Well, who else do I know who puts weird animals in their older sisters bathroom! You’re the zoologist of the family, you tell me!” There was a pause. “Don’t lie to me Darren. Get here now! Bring whoever you got to help you and get your horrible thing out of my bath!” Another pause. “I don’t know.”

Perry stood over the bath, muzzily looking down at the fish. The fish looked back up as amiably as its species allowed, fins sculling gently like it was maintaining position. Sandra stomped back in. “Darren says he had nothing to do with it.” She said flatly.

“Yeah, right.” Perry shook his head. He turned to stare back at the fish in their bath. It gazed back with oddly human eyes.

“Pez, my little brother’s a world class dick, but he’s crap at lying.” She leaned her chin on his shoulder, and Perry took a deep breath as he felt her warmth pressing into his back.

“Sands. I’ve got to go to work.” He groaned.

“I need a shower and there’s a bloody big fish in my bathtub.” Her hands crept around his waist. “I’m not going to work smelling like this. Everyone will talk, and you know what the rumour mill is like at my place.”

“Look. It appeared overnight. Maybe if we go to work and come home again it will have vanished. It could even be an hallucination brought on by overwork. We’ve both been putting in a hell of a lot of hours recently. Maybe we’re just seeing things.”

“I’ve got a cure for that.” She breathed onto his neck. Her hands crept under the waistband of his sleep shorts. “Mm. Look who’s rising to the occasion.” She gave that deliciously svelte chuckle he could never resist. “Time for a little neuro-pressure therapy?”

“Sands.” Perry protested weakly. “It’s Monday morning.”

“We’re both pulling a sickie.” She said sharply, the palms of her hands pulled flat against his belly, her voice a sexy whisper in his ear. “I’ve already phoned in.”

“Now you mention it, I am feeling a bit feverish.” Perry shivered at her touch and tried not to grin.

“Only one place for a sick man. Bed.”

“Right. Coming.” Perry busily texted a sick day alert to his line manager. It saved the bother of having to do any amateur dramatics over the phone.

“Oh you will be, you will.” She took his hand and towed him off to the bedroom with a giggle.

Three hours later they were lying in a tangle of sheets and pillows listening to water lapping gently in the bathtub. Perry’s head was still fizzing and Sandra was snuggled up against him, a cunning little smile on her sweetly sleeping face. I must pay someone to put an extinct species in my bathtub again, he thought. Once I’ve got my breath back.

Sandra’s phone rang. She squirmed in annoyance, one eye peeking out from under a wrinkled sheet. “It’s yours.” Perry told her. Her hand crept from under the covers and retrieved the buzzing annoyance.

“Darren, you little shit. What are you doing about this fish you left in our bathtub?” She demanded from under billows of cotton and viscose. Perry lay mute on his side of the bed, listening to the one sided conversation with interest.

“I don’t care. It must have been you.”

“Little brother, you’re a terrible liar.”

“Come and get it or I’ll tell Mum it was you who got her car keyed last week.”

“Not my problem.”

“I don’t care!”

“Just do it Darren. I mean now!” A moment later, her phone hurtled across the bedroom and disappeared into the open wardrobe, where it dropped into last nights hastily discarded Star Trek costumes with a muffled thump. Sandra stuck a pillow over her head as it began to ring again. And kept on ringing until the auto-answer kicked in.

“Want some tea?” Perry sat up and took the safest line he could under the circumstances.

“Mph.”

“Is your brother coming to get rid of that fish?” He swung to his feet, pulling on sleep shorts.

“Mph.”

“I’m making tea.” He tried a more decisive tone.

“Mph.”

“Was that a yes Mph, or a no Mph?”

“Mph.”

“Tea it is.” Perry paused for a moment, only to hear the same gentle sloshing from the bathroom. Moving into their cramped little kitchen, he filled their battered kettle and lit the gas stove, occasionally leaning back out of the doorway, ears alert, when he thought the sloshing from the bathtub stopped. Just in case that damned animal had conveniently disappeared of its own accord. The kettle whistled, Perry made two mugs of what is to many English a universal panacea, taking one in to Sandra, who was by now sitting, propped up in bed, wearing a green t-shirt and trawling the Internet for clues.

“It says here that sometimes quantum portals randomly open between dimensions and dump things into new locations.” Sandra looked up hopefully from her screen. “Objects and even people slip across time and space to end up many miles and years from their home.”

“Straight into our bath seems a bit, well, convenient, doesn’t it?” Perry hedged, sitting on the bed. “You’d think it would more likely get dumped into some pond, a lake, another ocean, into a gutter on the high street. Even a bird bath. These things happen elsewhere, not some random bathroom in an arbitrary English market town. That’s just so, you know, ordinary.”

“Yes. That’s why I still think it was my stupid little brother and his idiot student friends.”

“You didn’t give him a key to the flat, did you?” Perry asked.

“No. I’m a qualified accounts technician, not a moron. Did you lock the main door last night?”

“Of course. And I put the security lock on, the bolt, alarm and the safety chain. Before you ask, the windows are all locked, too.” Perry turned and pulled a threadbare section of curtain aside, looking out of their front window into the pedestrianised High Street. Few pedestrians were in evidence on the rain swept brick paving, hurrying to get across the gap between shelter before getting soaked to the skin. A baseball cap wearing delivery driver standing inside the shelter of his van was arguing with a very damp parking attendant, waving their respectively uniformed arms at each other in a form of uptight street-semaphore. “All of them. And your brother doesn’t have a key to those, either.” he glanced back at Sandra. “Does he?”

“Go and check the front door.” She snapped. “If he came in that way he can’t have left the chain or security lock on, can he?”

“Okay.” He turned to leave the bedroom.

“For goodness sake put some better clothes on first. I can almost see your bits through those shorts.” She scolded.

“All right.” Perry pulled on his jeans and the cleanest looking t-shirt he could find before going downstairs to examine the front door. As he thought, the safety chain was in place and the door alarm glowed a steady red, indicating that it was armed and undisturbed. He was just about to check the peephole when a loud knocking startled him. Peering through the lens he saw the fish eye distorted figure of Sandra’s younger brother Darren, wearing his long dark hair in a rain slicked ponytail, leather jacket spattered with rain droplets. To Perry his sharp edged features gave Darren the air of a mildly annoyed ferret.

“Hang on a minute.” Perry said loudly as he deactivated the door alarm.

“Who is it?” Called Sandra from the bedroom.

“Darren.” There was a muffled thump and hurried rustling of clothing from upstairs.

“Where’s this bloody fish then?” Demanded a damp Darren from the other side of the door.

“Bathroom.” Perry replied loudly, fiddling with the clumsy lock. The security chain rattled off the door and Perry opened up. Darren gave Perry a sharp look as he half pushed past and jogged up the bare wooden stairs, footsteps echoing off bare peeling paintwork. Rounding the corner as Perry closed the door.

There was the sound of the bathroom door opening, an astounded pause and wordless cry of astonishment. A moment later, Darren reappeared back at the top of the stairwell, eyes wide, slack mouthed and waving hands frantically. “It-it’s a Coelacanth!” He finally forced the words out of his mouth.

“Like we said.” Sandra appeared behind him, now dressed in jeans and open neck shirt, dark hair neatly tied back with a scrunchie.

“W-what’s it doing in your bath? I-it’s an endangered species. You’ve got an endangered species in your bath.” Darren sputtered.

“We know.” Perry said tartly. He locked the door and began making his way back up the stairs.

“But, but….” Darren’s voice trailed off. He waved a hand vaguely in the direction of the bathroom.

“I take it you know nothing about it-” said Sandra, icily sweet and acid, sipping tea.

“Where would we get one?” Perry asked.

“The Comoro Islands.” Darren momentarily rescued a scrap of certainty from his pit of confusion. “Off the east coast of Africa.”

“Well, you’re the zoology student. You should know. All we know is what’s on wikipedia.”

“H-how did it get into your bath?” Darren fought back a stammer.

“That’s something we thought you were going to tell us.” Sandra replied.

“But there’s none in captivity.” Darren said. “You’re breaking international law!”

“Us? We didn’t put it there.” Said Perry mildly.

“Okay little brother, full marks for acting.” Sandra sneered at Darren.

“No, I mean it. There’s all sorts of rules and regulations about the transport of rare and endangered species. That’s a CITES One species! On the red list of most endangered!” Darren sounded like he was really panicking. “You’re not supposed to, to….”

“Not supposed to what?” Asked Sandra.

“It shouldn’t be there!” Darren panic-glanced back over his shoulder.

“Well, maybe it’s a Guppy that got flushed down someone’s loo and mutated in the sewers, yeah?” Perry twisted the knife, thoroughly enjoying some petty vengeance for all Darren’s previous pranks. Well, you could only take so much student level hilarity. Especially when Darren’s antipathy toward him was so frequently obvious. Or mutual.

“Well, who do we call? Fishbusters?” Sandra said maliciously, relishing her younger brother’s confusion.

“The chip shop? Tell them the special is off the menu because it’s in our bath?” Perry added nastily.

“No, no. Let me think.” Darren hurriedly dug around in his rain slicked black jacket and pulled out his phone. “I’m going to call my professor. He might know what to do.”

Perry and Sandra exchanged looks. Is he telling the truth? Perry suddenly had a falling sensation in his gut, a realisation that things were about to get even more weird. Despite that he managed “I see you find humour a difficult concept.” In reply, Darren looked back at him with a panicky blankness.

A few minutes later a flustered Darren sat in Perry and Sandra’s cramped kitchenette, flicking worried glances between his phone and the peeling grout above the sink piled with a weekend’s worth of dirty dishes. Anything but go near the antique fish-haunted bathroom.

“Well?” Sandra demanded from the dining space doorway.

“He’s in a lecture. I left a message.” Darren replied.

“What did you say?”

“Just that I’d got something special. Really important.”

“You didn’t tell him Coelacanth?” Sandra said, one eyebrow raised. The one gesture she specifically saved for Star Trek parties, where she would play the sexy Vulcan to Perry’s Captain Archer. Perry returned a weak smile.

“I don’t want him to think I’m crazy. Or worse, taking the piss.” Darren puffed out his cheeks, got up and stalked into the bathroom. He came back. “It’s still there.” He said with a harassed look on his face, plonking himself heavily into a badly painted yellow kitchen chair. Perry and Sandra exchanged knowing looks over his head and left the kitchen to snuggle up on their sofa and veg out watching Netflix.

Just after noon, Darren’s phone rang. Darren grabbed at it, fumbled and almost threw it in the crockery congested sink. After a few seconds he regained control of his hands and answered the call. Sandra entered the kitchenette, waiting to hear the worst.

“Hi, Professor Langmann? I’ve got an oddity you might want to have a look at. It’s a rare tropical species that’s turned up at a private home.” There was a pause while Darren listened. “No, none of those. It’s actually quite large.” Another pause. “No, larger than that.” Pause. “Well not quite as large as that, I’m sending you a picture I took earlier.” A few seconds later the phone exploded, demanding specific information in tones that could be heard, even in the TV room. Then the call clicked off, leaving Darren looking pale faced and shell shocked. “He says he’ll be right over. He swears a lot. Sorry in advance, Sis.”

Dr Bryant Langmann PhD arrived an hour later in a bad mood, observed in astonishment and stayed in the bathroom, thin lipped mouth wide open exposing rarely brushed teeth. “Where did you bloody well steal this from?” he demanded of Perry and Sandra as they watched his incredulity from the bathroom doorway. “This is a sodding red list endangered species!” He ran a hand through badly buzz cut pale grey, almost white, hair.

“That’s what I told them Professor.” Darren protested. He received a sharp look for his trouble.

“We didn’t steal it.” Sandra said, her face saying what her mouth wasn’t going to. “We were hoping you could tell us where it came from.” The emphasis on “you” would have split diamond.

“If we’d stolen it, we’d hardly have made Darren call you.” Perry pointed out sharply. His fingers twitched at the pompous little man who had been let in by a highly discomfited Darren. What was it with people over fifty? You’d think they owned the bloody planet. With his wide face and skinny build he reminded Perry of an ageing Otter with a beard, and just as ill natured. “You can take the bloody thing away now if you like. We don’t want it.” Perry said bluntly.

“I want my bath back.” Sandra added sharply. “I don’t care where it’s going, but that fish is going. Today.”

“You’ll need a certificate from the Ministry of Agriculture.” Professor Langmann said sharply, glancing at the creature again and stroking his face-fungus in what he obviously thought was a thoughtful manner. “That will take a week or so.”

“A week!” Sandra and Perry chorused.

“In advance.” Darren spoke for the first time since his course tutor had arrived.

“Why does it take a week?” Perry said plaintively. “Can’t you just get some tank from the University, fill it up with water, and take the bloody thing away?”

“Interpol will have to be notified.” The professor added loftily.

“Interpol!” Perry cried out. “Why do you have to call them?”

“We don’t care what you do with it, we just want it out of our flat.” Sandra was almost snarling.

“As it’s a foreign species, the Border Agency will have to be informed. The revenue and customs too.” Professor Langmann ticked the points off on overlong fingers.

“You’re kidding.” Perry stared open mouthed.

“And the Police of course.”

“The Police? Can’t we just take it to a zoo? Let them deal with it?” Sandra asked tartly.

“No, sorry.”

“I’m not having the Police tramping through our stuff.” Sandra said firmly. They might find her more risqué costumes, the ones she and Perry reserved for role play at home.

“I’m trying to think of a specialist veterinarian who will approve the paperwork.” Langmann added. “He has to fill in the forms. Which have to be signed and countersigned by the right people before they go to the Animal and Plant health agency for approval. Possibly even DEFRA.”

“That does it!” Snapped Perry, turning toward the bathroom. “I’m going to throw the bloody thing out of the window!”

“No!” Perry suddenly found himself firmly pinned in the doorway, an elbow at his throat, halitosis in his face. For a small man, the professor was surprisingly strong. “Over my dead body!” snapped Langmann, grey eyes flaring.

Surprised by this sudden show of aggression, Perry struggled to push the smaller man out of the way, but after a few seconds realised the situation was hopeless and stepped back. Langmann turned away sneeringly, took three quick strides, and slammed the bathroom door behind him. There was the sound of the lock clicking shut. A few moments later there was the muffled sound of a phone conversation. Perry kicked the wall in frustration.

“We’re screwed. He’s just called the Police.” Said Darren. “I’m off. See you.” His footsteps rapidly dopplered down the stairs, the keychain rattling loudly as the front door slammed shut behind him.

Perry looked across the hallway at Sandra, whose heart shaped face was frozen into a rictus of panic. “Shit.” he said after punching a search into his smartphone. There it was on the screen. Maximum penalty two years imprisonment. “They could put us in prison. Two years. Each.”

“But we haven’t done anything!” Sandra wailed.

“Sands, you know that and so do I, but will the Police?”

“Erm. No.” Sandra rapidly got to the answer she was dreading.

“They’ll never believe us.” he said. “They’ll think we stole it.”

“If we get arrested or even taken in for questioning we’re going to lose our jobs.” She stared back at him, heart in mouth. “You know what HR at my place is like.”

There was a sudden heavy knocking from downstairs. “Too late.” Perry groaned.

A single slightly embarrassed looking Policewoman in high-viz yellow gave him a blank look when he answered. “Professor Langmann?” she asked.

“He’s upstairs. He’s locked himself in our bathroom.” said Perry tersely, working on the assumption of the least said, the better. Maybe this Police officer would simply arrest Langmann and leave them all in peace.

“My colleague will be along shortly.” she said and tramped up the stairs, leaving a trail of water as the rain dripped off her waterproof jacket.

Perry looked up the narrow stairwell. “He’s in there.” he heard Sandra say tartly. Perry opened the door to another knock, and a younger male Policeman entered, giving Perry a suspicious glance. “In the bathroom, with the fish.” Perry said. The second Policeman didn’t even crack a smile at the Cluedo-inspired wisecrack. He clumped up the stairs to where the Policewoman was knocking at the bathroom door. Sandra appeared at the top of the crowded landing, she and Perry sharing an exasperated look. He heard the bathroom door open and a muffled conversation punctuated by a single startled guffaw from one of the Police Officers. He overheard the crackling of radios as the Police called their base for instructions. With a sigh he closed the front door and went back upstairs.

Perry wearily trudged up the stairs, resigned to whatever nastiness the world was about to dump on him and Sandra. Professor Langmann was arguing with the Policewoman about moving the fish. “To you it’s evidence, to zoology it’s a precious resource.” He was waving an angry finger in their faces. Never a good idea with the Police. “It has to stay until the correct authorities have been informed.”

“What about us?” Sandra chimed in, Perry winced. Please don’t Sands, things are bad enough already.

“That’s for us to decide.” said the Policewoman tartly.

“No it isn’t!” Langmann raised his voice. “You will do as I tell you!”

The following silence could be cut with a knife as Langmann realised his error. From his position in the stairwell, Perry saw the younger officer reaching to the back of his belt. There was a glint of handcuffs.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. Sandra shouted something about it wasn’t her fault that someone had dumped a stupid dinofish in her bathroom and threatened to pull the plug in the bath. She started to open the bathroom door. In response, Langmann lunged at her and the Police reacted.

A uniform cap bounced down the stairwell, stopping next to Perry’s feet on the landing. For a moment he stared at the discarded headgear like it was a rain of breaded cod portions. Then looked up. Langmann was face down and red faced with exertion with the younger officer kneeling on his back. There was a ratcheting sound of handcuffs. Sandra had her hand to her mouth, the Policewoman’s truncheon underneath her chin pinning her to the wall. There was more crackling of radios and Perry stood paralysed as two more Hi-viz jacketed officers entered and tramped up the stairs.

Hang on, something was missing. He let the police push him gently aside as a sputtering Langmann was dragged to his feet and firmly guided downstairs. The threat of violence receded. What had stopped? Oh yes, the sloshing sound from the bathroom. Sandra was being walked past him in handcuffs by the woman Police officer, tears streaking her face. As she passed she gave him a look which said; this is all your fault. The Policewoman gave him a sidelong, quirky half smile. With a sense of vague horror he could see one officer in their bedroom examining a costume. Oh God, not that one!

From the top of the stairs he heard the voice of an older officer say. “Where’s this fish then? My youngest wanted a picture to show her friends.”

“What fish?” said someone else.

“Excuse me sir. Did you call us?” Another officer nudged a stricken Perry.

“No. No. Professor Langmann, the man with the beard did.” Perry replied distractedly.

The fish was gone? Had he imagined the whole thing? No-one stopped him as he made his way into the bathroom. He stared. The bath was empty. No fish, no green tinted water, only the vaguest hint of sea-smell still tainting the air.

Another man arrived in the bathroom doorway. Mid thirties, receding hairline, wearing a navy blue rain jacket, jeans and a professionally neutral expression. Obviously a plain-clothes policeman. “Sir?” He said in a pronounced Welsh accent.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know.” was all Perry could manage.

“You need a doctor? A counsellor maybe?”

“No, no, I’m okay.”

There was a gravid pause. “Yeah, it’s things like these that put a crimp in my day too.”

“Does this happen often?” Perry asked.

“No.” The plain clothes policeman glanced at the bathtub. A dour civilian pushed past him carrying a long lensed camera and small black carry case. “This it Dave?” The newcomer said to the plainclothes officer.

“So I’m told.” Said ‘Dave’.

“Another day, another non-crime scene.” commented the grey haired civilian. “Could you give me some room here sir?” He said to Perry as he began photographing the bathtub and surrounding area. Perry moved over to the doorway. Dave let him pass.

Perry found Sandra in the bedroom, sourly rubbing at her wrists. “They let me go.” She sniffed. He sat down on the bed and put a comforting arm around her. “They arrested that professor bloke though.” She added with grim satisfaction.

After ten minutes, Dave appeared in the doorway. “Ah good. Can I have a word?” Sandra and Perry nodded mutely. “Read and sign the copies of the official secrets act I’m about to give you.” He said cheerily. “Just a formality really. Everything’s back to normal, see.” He nodded back at the bathroom and handed over two formal looking documents. “Not that anyone will believe you even if you do say anything.”

“Were we hallucinating? The Coelacanth and all?” Sandra asked.

“No. These things happen now and again. What can I say?” Dave replied amiably. “It’s a bit strange, but the human mind is pretty good at blanking these things out. Best not to worry about it. Oh, and no talking to the Fortean Times or David Icke if you don’t mind. That would definitely deep six your credibility.”

“W-who are you?” Perry managed.

“Detective Sergeant Dafydd Llewellyn-Evans. Regional Anomaly Task Force.”

“Anomaly?” Chorused Perry and Sandra, who giggled hysterically.

“We investigate weird stuff like your alleged fish in the bath.” Dave explained patiently. “Not that we can do anything, just put in reports about student pranks and such.” He seemed resigned to a fate investigating non-crimes.

“You cover them up?” Perry said.

“Not as such, no. We don’t need to.” Dave shrugged, handing over a pen. “Just sign where I put the X’s. You could try talking to your local press, but frankly they’ve only one reporter left who mostly covers council meetings and society weddings. If there hasn’t been a murder or a lost kitten, frankly she won’t be interested.” He took back the signed documents with a tired smile. “Take my advice. Go out and see a movie. Have a nice afternoon out. Forget it even happened. I find that helps.”

With that polite rejoinder, Detective Sergeant Dafydd Llewellyn-Evans, sole member of the UK Police Anomaly Task Force (Western Division), left the stunned couple to deal with matters in their own way. As he was closing the door at the bottom of the stairs his phone buzzed with a text message.

Oh hell! A rogue Unicorn, a rampant stallion no less, had turned up again. This time in the Tennis courts at an exclusive private girls’ school. Much to the alarm of over-protective staff and thorough amusement of their upper crust pupils. Dave sighed heavily, then pulled up his rain hood and stepped out into the High Street. It was going to be one of those Mondays.

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