a place to put stuff: the attic of my dreams, or the debris left after the tide has gone out.
That's marvellous! Do you remembered what triggered it?
Yeah- they reminded me: Biddy threw a water-balloon at their teenage sister. It bounced off, and she threw it back- it burst in Biddy's face. Biddy was soaked, and the twins were hot for revenge. Mean dad said: NO! No retaliation, it stops here. This was not especially fair, it was outside, but I didn't want anyone to get any wetter. I've had a few hating letters: all from daughters, who go to their room and stew, and let it out in words. I think this is my favourite, though.
Oooooh, the intensity!!!!
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