Stupid? Maybe. Crazy? Perhaps. Heaven points? Galore!

One winter while co-habiting with the then Significant Other and a ditzy student girl in London, she brought a penniless middle-aged lady with a tale of woe back for the night to catch the next day's train back home.

She seemed harmless enough, but I was glad of the dead bolt lock on my bedroom door that night which helped me sleep easier.

I told the girl roomy of my concerns only the next day, after the old lady had left, so she wouldn't spend a sleepless night worrying about waking up the next morning with her throat cut.

Be careful out there.

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