HELP! ME!
when i was away the other day and when dennis and martin were knocking a hole through our bedroom wall, mrs.perou had removed the door handle from maximum's door.
because it's broken, not to lock him in his room.
she'd left the door open but after breakfast maximum shut himself in, by accident.
a few hours after last seeing maximum, mrs.perou wondered where he was and thought that he was probably playing quietly in his bedroom.
when she went to see if he was ok, she found several notes pushed under his door.
she arrived to find he'd already thrown his matress, bedding and all his soft toys out of the window and he was considering jumping to freedom.
apparently he'd been shouting and screaming (for hours) but martin and dennis next door thought he was just having a laugh.
underlining and exclamation marks!
open the door pleses
thought about writing notes to anyone who could rescue me from my VAT return and end of quarter accounts today.
but knew there would be little help on offer from stratford and 'the puppy with no name'. both sunbathing on the front lawns.
it seems i've spent at least four times what i've earned on each of the last three consecutive months.
i don't like seeing it in black and white.
not much else to report from accounts hell.
but the little gallery show in whitstable is disussed HERE (click through to PREVIEW)
it's running for 2 months.
might change it round a bit once it's been up a while.
would be nice to see 365 pictures up on a wall.
might need some bigger walls.
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