In the hot summer of 1976 we were living in a large Victorian house in North London. It was a good summer I wasn't working and days were filled with a lot of late breakfasts and pub visits.
One evening in June or early July it was stifling hot we had the bookstudy at our house and afterward we went to the pub. I had a couple of strong ales and came home had a cup of tea and went to bed.
Early hours of the morning I woke up really warm and after some tossing and turning I thought I could hear voices talking so I listened. I couldn't make out what was said but i thought it was my mother and older brother talking downstairs. I thought they must be in the kitchen below me they probably couldn't sleep and had got up to have a cup of tea. I got out bed looked out the window as I could see light on the garden coming from the kitchen window. Great I thought I would join them.
I went down the hallway and down the stairs and as I got to the bottom of the stairs a chill run up my back so to speak and i peered down the downstairs hallway to the kitchen and it was very dark and quiet and I raced back up to the bedroom and looked out the window and it was very dark in the garden no light shining from the kitchen window.
Must have been the ale.