Small jetty — honest count

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of small jetty — honest count than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

I read this walking out to the path.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

That is all I have.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

No drama intended.