Voice of the Tent
When the shit hits the fan, get a tent!

Wednesday, February 11, 2004



Still no movement in the belongings of Raw recruit, and the mess is beginning to get the entire house down. Gentle persuasion won't work, so mild threats may be the order of the day. Yesterday we could smell gas, and in a flurry of activity we switched off the supply and called said builders in, only to be told all was well. As a house that can smell errant gas as three miles, we know this is not going to be the case, though quite possibly it's the fault of our new and unpredictable fire *grrr*. Also, I can't sleep. Today I was woken up three times *four if you count my nose blocking up* and have had maybe 6 hours total down time. Don't you understand, I need a clean house and a long bath. I don not need to know that Raw Recruit needs a hairdryer because pet rats have peed all over their bed. That's just disgusting!
Anyway, why not come here and talk to all the loonies? http://www.outpost10f.com/ we're mad there.


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