Further to our last post, in which it was revealed that a gruff man outside was attacking the floor with a stupidly large implement of steel, today we can reveal that a new folly has beset our vision.
There is now - and there is little much in the way of explaining otherwise - a big yellow skip in a fenced enclosure. Said incarcerated skip is doing nothing but sitting there, with some pipes in it, and two men keep playing with the fence. I suppose it is a little bit like a miniature Belmarsh for naughty skips. It's also unnervingly close to our front door. If there are monsters in the skip intent on stealing us after departure for respective trains then we will simply have to fight them with sharpened Leaf Books.
Otherwise, we have seen two dogs wrapped in flourescent coats, an unnecessary amount of rain, six cars moving and nine cars remaining sedentary.
We are not moving until the ground-bashing water abates.
We are somewhat cold.
And slightly peckish.
Writing for Children competition winners should be announced soon.
'Yeah, by the end of the month,' says Sam.
Matt nods.
