
So there I was, standing on the doorstep of my flat in Battersea, asking a stranger – a stranger who said his name was Otto – whether I could come in.
He looked every bit as bemused and suspicious of me as I most certainly was of him.

So there I was, standing on the doorstep of my flat in Battersea, asking a stranger – a stranger who said his name was Otto – whether I could come in.
He looked every bit as bemused and suspicious of me as I most certainly was of him.