Map folded — blue tin

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

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

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

I read this walking out to the path.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

That is all I have.

I read this walking out to the path.

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.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

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

Mail if it is a bed question.

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

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

No drama intended.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

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.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

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

Mail if it is a bed question.