–> outside 39B preparing cardboard for recycling –
two ofiicial-looking men (with clipboard kinds of things in hand) – stride past, fast-low-muttering together –
within seconds they walk back past –
one of them looking into 39B and saying
” ‘Ello my boody – alright ?”
which after they had proceeded on-and-away three or four steps
we-of-39B ‘fed-back’
“Boody ?”
To which again still quickly onwards muttering together they seemed to also interjectly- mutter
” … boody …”.