Bridge middle — before you argue

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of bridge middle — before you argue than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did.

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.

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.

No drama intended.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

No drama intended.