Soup Sunday — locked outside

This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread.

If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

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

Mail if it is a bed question.

Agreed. I will not be interesting about it.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

Same rule as last month. Still the rule.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

No drama intended.