Fun is fun,

David glared at the empty beer bottle on the table. It was one of his favourites, one of those he'd been saving for the game. It had been the same for the last three days. Fun was fun and all but this was getting ridiculous. His head, even with a lack of caffeine, was telling him it was time to contact authorities, but he could hear the laughter already. No, he would need evidence. Better yet, a special type of justice, no-one messed with his ale and walked away unscathed.

The day, having started so poorly, didn't get any better. He felt tired despite a good six hours sleep. Most of the day was spent scheming. He had formulated his plan by the time he dished up his supper. It was tasteless to him, a mere function, a need. He could think only on who would be breaking into his home? Who would do so and steal nothing more than an ale? whomever it was they'd pay dearly for it. Brightened by these dark thoughts, he went to bed.

David swore softly as he glared at the two empty beer bottles on the table. Stomping over to his computer he turned on the monitor. He glared at himself for a moment before switching the web cam off. He started the file at the beginning then sped forward to were a figure, familiar somehow, entered the frame beer in hand.

For the second time that morning David saw himself on the screen.

He reached for the phone. “Hi, doc, I think my sleepwalking problem is back, it must be the stress.”

“Dunfermline in the UEFA Cup final...I'm surprised you haven't had a stroke yet.  I'll pencil you in for tomorrow shall I?”