Searching

Gorse Fox is making a cup of tea as he glances up a raven-haired girl of oriental origin is strolling past the window clutching a bit of paper.

"That's not something you see every day" he thinks as he goes to the door to see what she wants.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I am looking for Mr XXXX. It says his address is NNNNNNN but all of the houses have names, I have no number" she replies, pointing at the paper.

"Well, that's the house called NNNNNNN, but Mr XXXX does not live there. The owner's name is YYYY and he's been there for at least ten years" offered the Gorse Fox.

"So it's not Mr XXXX who used work at the Ritz Casino?" she checked.

"No" chuckled the GF as he imagined Mr YYYY as a croupier, or bouncer at a casino. "No, I'm sure it's not".

"Oh, ok then" she called as she turned and walked away.

GF likes the bizarre.