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I woke up at 3 am and went to the toilet. On the way back to bed, I heard a strange but familiar noise. One of those noises you know well but can't quite place when you first hear them. I know what it is/I know what it is sort of thing. I shlumped sleepily to the window and looked down at the street. A small orange street sweeper truck was duddling slowly by, doing its job. I thought why on earth is a guy cleaning the streets at this hour of the night? I hadn't seen one of those trucks in months. And then I went back to bed. The suspicious thing is two more times today I have heard and then seen street sweeping machines wherever I have been in the city. Just now walking the dog for the last time, I saw the third doing its loud whizz in front of my building-- again. Like a character in a Hitchcock film or a Kafka story I narrowed my eyes and looked slowly from side to side, sure as hell now some kind of conspiracy was afoot. Something big was going on; these street sweepers were up to no damned good today...