last updated April 24, 2016

Different strokes for different notes

It was the first time in ten years that I had found myself viewing flats and I soon remembered how frustrating and time consuming it was. Flats that had used some license with the photography, flats that opened my eyes to parts of the city I never knew about. Generally it wasn't a satisfying experience - but then, out the blue, old family friends rescued us by telling us they had a flat that had suddenly come up for rent. It was ideal.

When we viewed it there was some black dust embedded on the back of a chair and the doors. I hadn't noticed it at first but it was the trace of CID looking for finger-prints. The potatoes still left in the fridge were that of a fraudster who had to flit after being tipped-off for printing money in the flat. The desktop printers and string & cardboard drying rack set up described the amateur approach. With that lack of effort it must have only been a matter of time until he was found out. Our landlord joked that we should check up in the loft.

It's a couple of years since we moved in and last year our predecessor was sentenced to a decent stint at her majesties pleasure. Just afterward I was brought into a design team for a job with RBS. Post public consultation, it was our job to create the new polymer notes for the next generation of the Bank's currency.

It was only then that it struck me the bizarre link to the mint that our landlords had found themselves in. Did you ever check the loft? Mr landlord asked me. I dashed down the stairs to fetch the ladders and came back like a lottery ticket holder, feet on the top rung, head poking into the empty void above our bedroom. Why did I even consider the polis wouldn't have checked? I was still gutted none-the-less.

Posted by stupot at April 24, 2016 04:59 PM