Avid readers, I have to tell you that although the terrible Goddess forced me in to the gated community, I am beginning to enjoy it.
To have servants once again is very pleasant. (He's off with the fairies. Lo, TG. Ed.)
My letters are delivered to a lovely little box situated immediately outside the little box I live in. No more half mile walks down the drive, to collect the mail from the gatehouse at Papersurfer Towers.
Some young* men come round and clean the windows with a very clever device - a very long pole with a hose up it's length and a brush at the end and yesterday the gardeners were doing their stuff; cutting this and trimming that!
(*Huh. I am having some bookshelves put up and it's the same old doddery handyman that's been hanging around for years. Lo, TG Ed.)
The purchase of a comfortable chair [I am being forced to sit on an apple box at the moment because of an incident in the car park at the supermarket] and then my life may start to improve.
My plans to escape are on hold at the moment. (Bother, I knew I was making things too easy for him . Lo, TG. Ed.)
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