This evening Helena offered us the conservatory, in which she transported us to the big room; with my favorite curtain, the linen press and the rocking chair, not to mention the mass of paper and electrical cables. We all accepted the offer. 'Shy Boy' was a total pain; why he was ever brought to the house I'll never know. Gordon chilled out, as usual, belly up. Bless. I found a huge piece of paper this evening. What a find! I bounded, with it, to my hideaway under the sofa. Sadly it was confiscated almost immediately, along with a note I'd found.
This evening's been heaps of fun. I've been absolutely allover the shop. As for 'Shy Boy', he's spent forever under the throw; I think he might be lost.
Tony Blair
Artist rat
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