postcard to louisiana
My dear, I hope you are well.
Such a lot has happened since last I wrote you, I scarcely know where to start.
Perhaps with the most obvious: the upper story of the house is currently flooded with sardines. They clutter the corners and fill the doorways, and each night have to chase them all out of my room and plug the gap under the door if I'm to get any sleep--a chore that can take upwards of 20 minutes! We haven't yet discovered the cause for them being here; Rupert blames the weather, while I suspect a prank gotten entirely out of hand. If we're lucky they'll migrate come fall, but the summer will be rather overwhelming, I'm afraid.
Yours, as ever,
G.E.
Such a lot has happened since last I wrote you, I scarcely know where to start.
Perhaps with the most obvious: the upper story of the house is currently flooded with sardines. They clutter the corners and fill the doorways, and each night have to chase them all out of my room and plug the gap under the door if I'm to get any sleep--a chore that can take upwards of 20 minutes! We haven't yet discovered the cause for them being here; Rupert blames the weather, while I suspect a prank gotten entirely out of hand. If we're lucky they'll migrate come fall, but the summer will be rather overwhelming, I'm afraid.
Yours, as ever,
G.E.