House! I’ve got keys, and they work and everything, so I’m now officially indentured again. Or something of that nature, the contracts are so onerous these days its a wonder anyone actually manages to rent out houses at all. This one, for instance (in clause bb or so), prohibits me from immoral behaviour during my tenure. I asked for a definition of immoral but thought it best not to press the point, since I’m perfectly aware that, while my morals are probably more moral than those of many of my acquaintances, there are those who question the morality of working for a mobile phone company. I figured that a court of law would probably have trouble defining immoral much better than I could, so I’m gonna risk it and hope it doesn’t come to that.
Directions will be available by email once I’ve figured out how to get here. There’ll be a housewarming, and some gaming days, and the usual frivolity, probably also a ‘bring a mower’ party in the spring when the grass gets to knee-high.
“Hmmm, waxy. I wonder what that smell is…” I said to myself just before stopping the car to take a look in the boot. There had been the sound of something clonking around, like a cannister or bottle rattling from one side to the other for a while, but that had stopped recently. I found two pools of green wax in the centre of the carpet. Nice. Just hope it dries to a hooverable powder.
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