Bingo!
Except I was sober and I wasn't wearing any underwear - just powder blue PJ bottoms with white stars.
I was also writing a quite wonderful chapter of me book... sneaky preview.
I search for the buzzer to his flat, but can't work out which door is his and which buzzer I need to press so I ring him instead and he promises to come down, telling me that if I couldn't even work out which buzzer was his then I would never be able to find his flat. He appears at the door to the far left, standing in a pair of shorts and a faded t-shirt with a presumably funny slogan on. He needs to cut his toenails.
"Miss Lewis, a pleasure to see you," he smiles. "Come, enter my abode." Nat Brown ushers me in and strides off to a lift. It's tight, barely enough room for two and I'm standing in front of the panel with the numbers. He nudges me aside and we find ourselves dancing the do-si-do so he can get to the buttons. He presses the number four and the lift tells us, very politely, that we should avoid the closing doors.
At floor two, a woman in a smart skirt suit squishes into the lift. Instead of asking Nat to press her button for her, we find ourselves circle-dancing our way around so she can press her own button. She presses the button for the ground floor but after the lift has, very politely, informed us to avoid the closing doors, the lift goes up.
At floor three, a man in jeans and a blue shirt, carrying a white sports holdall with a racket handle poking out of it, pushes himself in. Instead of asking the woman in the smart skirt suit to push the button for him, we found ourselves moving around Nat in the centre like a maypole so he can press his own button. He presses the button for the ground floor but after the lift has, very politely, informed us to avoid the closing doors, the lift goes up.
At floor four, there is nobody waiting and Nat and I can, silently nudge our way out of the door and onto the grey landing. He leads me some lefts and some rights, or it could be some rights and some lefts - down endless grey corridors with thing little doors dotted around with numbers and letters. Eventually we find the one that designates Nat Brown and he opens the door and lets me into his flat.
(Hmm, has purple underwear, has red underwear - needs to fetch some green).
