Bow, London: Suddenly there's one hell of a racket outside my front door. There's yelling, and whooping, and what sounds like one of the front doors on my landing being kicked in. It's not my door, but it's much too close for comfort. Must be looters, I guess. And there's me having just put all of my cash and valuables into a rucksack - which'll only make the whole lot especially easy to steal. I'm trying to tell myself events won't come to that.
Except now there's banging coming from the flat nextdoor. And (I'm trying to pretend it isn't) screaming (but it is). I really don't want to imagine where those thugs might be heading next, or why, but my elevated heartbeat hints at the probable truth. So now I'm crouched down on the floor between my bed and the wall, hiding beneath a carefully positioned duvet, in the hope that the flickering light from this mobile doesn't give me away. Bloody typical - I journey all that way home through the end of civilisation as we know it, and home turns out to be even more dangerous than outside. My flat's just a dead end - one way in, no way out.
So I'm powering down now, and waiting for the future. I hope yours looks brighter. Posted at 23:53 from 51°31'41"N 0°1'5"W via my Z470xi mobile <battery low>