'Today,' Susie Blackmore thought to herself, ' is going to be another bad day.'
She was alone in her little flat in West London. It was the end of September 1999, the last quarter of the last year of century. The millennium, in fact. The sun was coming through the window and outside the trees were moving slowly in the autumn wind. A bus came along the road, stopped outside the house and moved off again. Susie listened for a few moments to the traffic sounds outside her window. Life was going on as usual.