Friday note — Uwe wrote it down

If you are new: read the pinned threads once. Register with two honest lines. Mail is for beds. Talk is for things that already have a name on a chest or a cleat. Nothing here is a shop. Not the jars, not the apples, not the boats, not my time. Ask with your name on the day you mean it. I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread. Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Someone will ask again in a week. The answer will have the same shape: read the paper, read the board, write two lines if you need a bed, and do not invent a meeting that was only rain.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread. Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes. See you Thursday if the weather agrees.