We were sitting in the living room on the sofa,
the wrong way round, looking out the window. It
was quiet, and then in the car park across the
road we saw Elvis - look, there beside the
postman's van, and he was walking round the
postman's van, looking in the open door. He looked
as if he was thinking about getting in, but then
the postman came back, and he swaggered off,
walked past the window and down the stairs, and
then at the bottom of the stairs right by the
caretaker's office, he started licking the
pavement. Every night now since we moved in that
new house there's this noise outside the door at
just about half seven or eight o' clock every
night. And if we go and look outside the door,
Elvis'll be standing there waiting to be let in.
And then he wanders into the living room, maybe
sits down on one of the chairs or even lies down
on the floor. He doesn't say much, he just stays
there for an hour or two, watching the TV. We talk
to him a bit, and then around ten o' clock, he'll
go away again, and not come back until the next
night. There's a lot of lanes and stuff around
here, around the house - although it's right in
the middle of the city it seems quite like the
country, it's dead hidden - safe I suppose, made
for night living. There's a lot of squirrels and
birds, and Stuart says he's seen about nine foxes
there when he's jumped over the fence on his way
to Prior's Road. Sometimes you can go out walking,
and when you've been out for a wee while even you
don't know where you are anymore, so it would be
pretty hard for anyone else to find you. I suppose
that's why he spends so much time there, that's
why he's come to live there, or maybe it's just
the squirrels. I read about somewhere that he
likes squirrels quite a lot. There's these two
videos that we got for wedding presents - called
the e-files, e-files one and e-files two about how
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when he came round we were watching one of those,
but he didn't say anything he just sat on the
armchair. He was playing with his collar a bit,
and we watched it right through and then when it
finished he just got up and walked off into the
mist and didn't say anything. the first few times
he came round I didn't speak to him at all, I
wasn't really sure what to say. And Karen spoke to
him quite a lot - she seemed to know what to do
more than I do. He had quite a strange manner
though, he'd go into your stuff and look through
it, then he'd maybe pick something up and play
with it for a wee while, but he'd never make any
comment about any of it. Seemed pretty rude to me.
I just watched whatever Karen did, and listened to
how she talked to him and then, after a while I
started to copy that, and tell him a few things,
not really bothered about whether he responded or
said anything back or not. I think the first time
I spoke to him we were sitting up on the mezzanine
and I said that I would tell him about me and wee
Karen, and how it was that we'd come to be living
there. I thought he probably liked the fact that
we were living there because he came round so
much, so I thought he might want to know how it
was that it came about. We did it all over
backwards, I told him. First of all we got to know
each other, and then a while after that we met,
and when we'd known each other for about seven
years we decided to have an anniversary, and that
went quite well, so after the anniversary we had a
honeymoon, and that went well too, so after that
we decided that we would get married. That's why
we're living there now. I used to think my dad was
Elvis, but I haven't told him that yet. I haven't
told my dad either...

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