Actually, I also used to sleepwalk quite a bit when I was a kid. My "favourite" occupation then was polishing shoes. My mother used to leave my dad's shoes on a piece of newspaper in the kitchen at night, all nicely waxed up. I'd get up, head down into the kitchen, finish polishing my dad's shoes and go back to bed. My mum would tell me about it in the morning, but I don't think she really objected.

Can't you ask the neighbours if they met that guy and then let us know please?

His unit was on night manuveres and they ran out of fondue cheese and was looking to borrow some?

Have we had the inevitable joke about nocturnal missions yet?
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Once you go black....

I'll get my Sprite...

Poor military guy was called on duty, and searched for the jackass who parked in front of his car. Hopefully he did not have to save someone that night.

There is an older lady, in her 70s who lives below us but she has gone to her house in France for the week. We are so glad she wasn't here. How scary would it be to live alone and be woken in the middle of the night like that? I am grateful my husband wasn't away on business or I would have spent the rest of the night with my back to the front door clutching a carving knife.

I will ask some of the other neighbours next time we see them if they answered the door to him. We saw some lights come on in their apartments while he was roaming around.

The more people who post about sleepwalking though, the more likely it sounds. I never realised how widespread sleepwalking was! He really didn't seem to be "all there", "like his soul had gone", as Russkov said.

(You sound like a dangerous guy to sleep with Russkov)

No worries; invasion was cancelled due to inclement weather.

...or maybe a mid-night visit by a man in uniform is just what a 70-year old woman waits for

Stanley? Is that you?

I've got your favourite ready: Steak and kidney pudding!

I've been waiting for you.

Stanley?

Stanley....?

Just lovely

That is really freaky