We were sitting in the living room on the sofa,
the wrong way round, looking out the window.
It was quiet, and then in the car park across the road
we saw Elvis - look, there beside the postman's van,
and he was walking round the postman's van,
looking in the open door.
He looked as if he was thinking about getting in,
but then the postman came back,
and he swaggered off,
walked past the window and down the stairs,
and then at the bottom of the stairs right
by the caretaker's office,
he started licking the pavement.
Every night now since we moved in that new house
there's this noise outside the door at just about half seven
or eight o' clock every night.
And if we go and look outside the door,
Elvis'll be standing there waiting to be let in.
And then he wanders into the living room,
maybe sits down on one of the chairs
or even lies down on the floor.
He doesn't say much,
he just stays there for an hour or two, watching the TV.
We talk to him a bit,
and then around ten o' clock, he'll go away again,
and not come back until the next night.
There's a lot of lanes and stuff around here,
around the house - although it's right in the middle
of the city it seems quite like the country,
it's dead hidden - safe I suppose, made for night living.
There's a lot of squirrels and birds,
and Stuart says he's seen about nine foxes
there when he's jumped over the fence on
his way to Prior's Road.
Sometimes you can go out walking,
and when you've been out for a wee while even you don't know
where you are anymore,
so it would be pretty hard for anyone else to find you.
I suppose that's why he spends so much time there,
that's why he's come to live there, or maybe it's
just the squirrels.
I read about somewhere that he likes squirrels quite a lot.
There's these two videos that we got for wedding presents -
called the e-files, e-files one and e-files two a
