...not paying his dues...

Now we’re here though, he never goes into the garden. We’re on the first floor and it’s such a trek along the corridor, down the lift and out into the communal garden. I discourage it anyway. You see, he’s not supposed to be here. They don’t know he’s here! They mustn’t find out, because he’s not paying anything to stay here... and he should!

Maybe that’s why he doesn’t say much, or anything come to that. Doesn’t want them to hear that he’s here. Some of them know though, because I’ve told them, but asked them to keep it quiet.