Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Maybe I should have stayed in that other room, the one with the huge spider-thingy that was emerging from behind the tall clock. In this room there’s some gloopy something-or-other running down the wall from a crack near to the ceiling, into the skirting board. Just there… nowhere else. And it seems incredibly sticky…
Day Eleven. October 11. #Inktober.
Tom
Honey! Could account for some of the strange noise.
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Ah yes! You may be right, Beverly.
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I’m going with a melted malted on this one. Someone or something heaved a melted malted on the other side of that wall…
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Ewww… although, CM, thinking about it…
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Oh dear! The spider or the slime… what a dilemma!
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I know, Diane. It’s a frying pan / fire scenario!
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I don’t think I’d be interested in buying this place!!! 🙂
God Bless! 🙂
Prenin.
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Its unique selling points seem to be rather lacking, Prenin, don’t they?
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The house has been slimed – call the Ghostbusters !
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Unless the slime IS the Ghostbusters, Raili.
Well, you never know…
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I agree with let’s call the Ghostbusters!
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I refer you to the answer I gave Raili, Eugenia.
I can’t say any more… I’m outta here! 😀
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Me too!
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