Hi Henry, We’re still here.
Dozens of them in the street. They’ve stopped trying to door and just mill around now. A few broke into the flat beneath ours through the window – not sure if there was anyone there. Didn’t hear anything.
Nearly out of frozen food now. Down to dried and tins by the weekend probabaly. Anne has read all the books in the house twice. She’s going a bit nuts now. Need to get out soon.
Henry – my advise, brace any openings at ground level. They’ll push themselves through windows without a second thought but can’t seem to manage climbing.
They’ve scratch my car and knocked the wingmirrors off. Bastards.