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June 29, 2008

My neighbour rings the doorbell shortly after 8.00pm. Aaagagh. What to do? I make a snap decision: I know it’s not mature or becoming behaviour but it seems to me that there is only one thing for it ...I hide. I sit in the courtyard garden reading Elizabeth Gilbert ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ and ignore the tapping on the sitting room window and the doorbell ringing intermittently.

The problem with this self-imposed siege is that at some point I will have to venture outside to take Biff for his evening walk and close the shutters.

comments (1)

1. Posted by the man on June 30, 2008 9:32 AM

Don't worry my Rapunzel. If you are trapped, I will come and rescue you from your ivory tower. Your guardian knight, as always. xx

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