Been bothered by Gordon twice today. First off I had the pleasure of his company
as I walked to work again. He seems to
wait for me – I reckon he’s listening for the front door going. So tomorrow I’m going to try sneaking out the
back. Then, after tea, I went out the
back to shake the tablecloth because Mrs Kelly’s bread is ever so crumbly. There I am with just the moon for company and
next thing his head bobs above the wall giving me a right fright. He called out a hello to me like a daft
donkey. I just shook the cloth and
dashed back inside calling out goodnight behind me so that I didn’t seem rude. I think that’s my trouble. I’m going to have to start being off-ish with
him or I’ll never shake him.
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