Typical.

I haven't seen The Man Who Lives Opposite for months.

Not even any sign of life has been evident in his flat.

But this morning. This morning.

There I am, running out of the house, no eye make-up on in the name of speed, face like a blank white sheet, rushing up the road.

And from across the street, it's almost like he's Danny from Grease or a World War Two fighter pilot, so super cool in his leather flying jacket (only in my head?) and a "hello there".

A swift turn of the blank white face towards him so as not to be rude and a mouth stretched over teeth grimace: "Oh! Morning!" and rushing rushing on.

Super cool.