Electioneering. Not.

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So I was sitting in the Green Chair of Thinkitude listening to English musicians sing about English things (sort of) when the doorbell rang.

“That’s odd” I thought. “Who could that be? I’m not really expecting anyone. Perhaps it’s an annoying politician. Maybe I’ll go be rude to him.”

So I left my seat and ran (well, not really) to the door so I could behave badly. Perhaps it would be the mediocre ex-mayor. Or the hideous moustache. It’s not that far from the Green Chair to the front door, but I rehearsed what I was going to say on the way.

I opened the door.

There was no politician. In fact, there was no one at all. There was just a small package.

Of doom.

I was going to go for a walk. Now I’m afraid to.


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Rose Glace is the pseudonym of nobody important.

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