Finely tuned instincts

Last night, a loud noise woke me up. This isn’t unusual, you hear all kinds of things living on the High Street and usually I just go back to sleep. But this time, I felt quite unnerved. As if something bad had happened.

This morning, I went across the road to Victoria Wine to discover a set of shelves had collapsed in the night sending £500 worth of malt whisky crashing to the floor. This tragic disturbance in the force obviously unsettled me far more than the usual passing drunk, racing taxi or rumbling truck.