20th January

So this morning I sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the stinking Prophet. I was minding my own business until an owl came swooping in and whacking me with its post. It was a paper, a new paper, that we didn't order.

The content was fine but the fact that junk mail is getting through the security wards is a bit worrying. Apparently, every house in the country received the paper. Whoever wrote it has got spunk, anyway.