I found this buried away on my old PC the other day
from 2010 -
Back when I had brains--------
The Watcher
5.20 am. JULY
He slowly edged his way into the lookout spot on the roof of the old two story townhouse
Between two old chimney pots -lying flat out he could make out the whole main street of the town. He could see the grocers main entrance without even having to move an inch-
The big old fashioned Post Office building stood out from the rest of the ramshackle shops-the bakery -the butcher shop, the newspaper shop -the sweet shop
But the post office was the one he was focused on.
5.45am
The security truck arrived at the main entrance to the post office and came to a halt. The driver honked once and the main doors of the PO opened and straight away the security truck doors opened and two men in helmets started carrying in big silver cash boxes.
Whistling down the main street came the local postman on his old squeaky bike
He too entered the building and the doors slammed shut.
Shortly both the security man and postman came out -the 2 security men into their truck-the postman carrying his mailbags slowly mounted his rusty steed and squeaked his way back down main street.
6.00 am
The newsagents opened and the first of the early workers made their way in for their paper and 20 fags and the latest info.
There’s that man again -he comes from a different direction several mornings a week-
Randy git-
Here’s the spinster that lives in that old farmhouse just out the road –she’s on her way to mass -goes every morning -smiles and laughs with the sacristan of the church-I know why too
Here comes the local butcher -sneaking sacks of meat into the side door of his shop-he’ll be going to mass too--wonder how many sheep he rustled from the outlying farms the last couple of nights -Fresh lamb ladies -personally selected from the local Mart.-guaranteed
Top quality -well fed the best of food--he is telling the truth there alright
6.30am
The bus stops and the workers climb aboard -same funny remarks every morning to the driver-the same replies-the bus roars off into the open countryside as it does every morning--
The town alcho makes an appearance -starting as he always does -at the bakery bins -and has a bit of whatever has been dumped out the night before -then makes his way down to the outside of the newsagents where he waits to bum a cigarette off anyone he can.
7.00 am
The Post office doors open and slowly down the main street come the two girls who work there. They go inside and the doors close shut again.
7.30 am
Watching from his vantage point -he stretches and yawns and keeps his head down
Knowing it wont be much longer -
every morning for the last week watching and waiting-now knowing every movement of everyone and everything on the main street
Today’s the day --It will be over today -now one will ever know what happened
8.00 am
The main Post Office doors open for business and the young and old start making their way in and out -the old --some using walking sticks -some still sprightly
The young---ahhh the young.
Suddenly a flock of pigeons come noisily flapping onto the roof of his hiding position-
Flapping and cry left right and centre- forcing him to make his move -earlier than planned
He jumped up stretched bared his teeth and sprung at the nearest pigeon -missed and the birds flapped noisily away
His teeth chattering noisily-the big black tom cat stretched once again and sauntered away from his hiding place-and made his way home--his home in the little shed at the back of the main Post Office
Tommy Knox

sent from my PC and typed on a keyboard (old fashioned black colour) using three fingers