3°C, clear & cold, light winds.
Wrote this note to the lodger & put it in a bag of apples:
If you want some food, go and buy some. Don’t steal mine!
He has read it. Incrimination itself.
Spirit of Turpentine
Terse log of unpointful minutiae
3°C, clear & cold, light winds.
Wrote this note to the lodger & put it in a bag of apples:
If you want some food, go and buy some. Don’t steal mine!
He has read it. Incrimination itself.
Spirit of Turpentine 
Ah. I don’t think I could ever have a lodger. I still have two offspring, 21 and 24, at home so I suppose there’s not much difference. One of them, 21 male, often ‘finds’ food. Like we lost it.
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