Somewhere in this world, there is a big black hole where all the lost things go – my favourite pair of boots, some official documents for example
As you might deduce from this screech of woe I have moved house and by the laws of chaos, cannot find anything that I really need to find.
Much to my fury I have found (a) My NHS card (b) My out of date library card
Yipeee
By way of consolation, at least I think it was meant to be consoling, the Kraut suggested that miniature krakens lurked near my new abode, ready to snap my ankles off
"There could be a Kraken...lurking"
Just because I got caught like that on the Christmas Ghost Train in Rostock.
All I got by way of sympathy was a very complacent Kraut pointing out that I should have known that trap doors meant grabbing hands would get me.
“You should have drawn your ankles up, just like I did.”
Yes, I should.
And I have to get back to my boxes – so let’s hope no Krakens are nesting in them
Yep.
