The I found a little bit of house book from an old share house from years ago. Identifying details, poems, anything which might be copyright, obliterated. Poor house book must be feeling lonely. Maybe there should be a house-bookess to keep him company.
Life is like a vacuum cleaner, it sucks.
Boredom, the natural part of life. The front and back balconies are looking better and better every day. So little to do, so much time.