Way out West (incorporating Way up North)

unlock my heart?

Whilst we are searching the less salubrious parts of South Aberdeenshire for somewhere to live, our belongings are inhabiting a secure storage unit on the outskirts of the big town, this is not dissimilar to a 'Big Yellow self-store' as found in southern parts. Each occupier has a storage space, rented by size, alarmed and secured by a padlock.

When we were unloading, and as we wheeled our trolleys full of stuff through the anonymous corridors; the fluourescent lights flicking eerily on as we entered each section, and with nothing but the muted sound of Radio 2 to disturb our thoughts, our attention was drawn to an adjacent unit, whose occupiers evidently don't trust much, or each other perhaps, as there are 'his and hers' padlocks on the door. Nuff said, really.

posted by Lampy @ 7/26/2007 01:31:00 pm