Sunday, July 01, 2007


On leaving the house every morning, I would be greeted by all manner of curious objects; stuff for the charity shop next door that the cats, foxes or humans had got at in the night.
You weren't supposed to leave things there out of opening hours.
Today, the front steps were strewn with Scrabble tiles.
I spelled out HELP (9 points) and went on my way to work.

Nash Trevelyan

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