I walked into the toilets and there was this old guy washing his dick in the handbasin.

It had been mentioned to me a couple of days before that there was an old guy using the toilets as his washroom but I didn’t click that it was the tidy old man that pulled up in his tidy little car and headed to the toilets with a fluffy white bundle.

His little kit was spread out on the bench and the fluffy white bundle was a small towel. There he was shirt off, but still with his pants on, scrubbing up.

Military training I guess. He’s organised, knows what’s he’s doing and doesn’t linger.

I’ve seen him around but he moves a lot and I haven’t been able to get close to this guy to find out how old he is.

He looks to be on that 65 age line; maybe he’s retired, maybe he’s not. And I don’t want to make assumptions, invent his story, it’s probably way more Interesting than what I’m thinking.

(That’s it for now from your front line correspondent reporting on peace in your neighbourhood.)