Tetley Flea Bag

The woman next to me has no face. She has a book so presumably she has a face. She does not appear to be reading Braille.

The woman next to me has an elbow. Perhaps two. The woman next to me

Thepid Tai

Friday we ordered some food online. Today I received an email asking me to review the food/quality/service and took a great amount of time and thought to write my review. It seems that the people at Hungry House

Rumour. Fish. Monkey. Iron.

Furniture goes on the floor, not the door. It's the second rule of Furniture Club.

From the Iron Age and the Brass Age to the Satin Nickel and Brushed Steel Age, it has been easy to distinguish doors and furniture; you go through one to sit on the other. Maybe you're being a bit daring and sit on one whilst looking through another and eating from a third but there was never any real confusion. Doors is doors sure as apples is apples. Furniture is a necessary evil.

Waste coat

The woman opposite me wears monotonous clothing. The woman opposite me
is silently offensive. The spotted waistcoat type thing is an attempt
at quirkiness but fails to deliver. The knitted waistcoat type thing
reeks of Sue Ryder. The woman opposite me wears two waistcoat type
things. I do not purport nor pertain to have any knowledge of fashion
nor how to dress stylishly. The woman opposite me is equally
unqualified.

The woman opposite me is dressed head to toe in off black. It is a
colour that can only be attained through repetitive washing or
purchased from a vintage shop.

The woman opposite me is beige.

So Many Levels of Awesome - Level 2