Astraman is still downstairs. He’s made a friend and they’ve broken the glass in the door. The wooden slats are too thin for them to get through, but we can hear them – even through flat door itself.
Fed up. Want to get out. Anne and I are inflating the airbed and sleeping in the attic tonight with the stairs pulled up.
Fucking fed up. Anne is having a cry. Want to join her. Fucking zombies. FUCKING FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!