Behind closed doors

The wi-fi on Matt’s computer doesn’t seem to be working, so he’s moved it into Andy’s room.

If he’s still in there when his brother comes home from Glasgow it should be fun.

Mind, you wouldn’t know he was there - apart from the drumming of his feet when the tension mounts in one of his games.

And you’d really only notice it in the room below. Which, of course, is my office.