Rachman's back

...Clapham

...Karl can’t open his door to the back garden. He told his landlord on the day he moved in. ‘No problem. My brothers can fix that sort of thing. I’ll get one over.’ That was good enough for Karl at the time but he realised later that he should have asked, ‘When?’

Neither brothers nor door have been mentioned in the four years since. That's ample time for nature to make noticeable progress in reclaiming land where humans cease to  tread. A family of foxes has set up home and various forms of plant life have taken hold. They seem to be moving Triffid-like ever closer to the door. 

Something is right up against the door. It looks like the body of a young person dressed in green that may have frozen while knocks on the door went unanswered. Or is it a Martian trying to find a way in?

This is London’s private rented property market where the law of the jungle rules.