String on the stair — same cleat

This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.

The rule did not change because someone was tired of explaining it. It changed once, in March, and we are not resetting that world because a new bed finds the ditch inconvenient.

I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

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

No drama intended.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

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.

I read this walking out to the path.

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

That is all I have.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

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

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

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.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

No drama intended.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

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

That is all I have.