…I hope I don’t end up under the
bridge. It’s cold and it doesn’t offer much shelter apart from when it rains. Some
of it could do with retiling. Perhaps that’s our job. Or maybe the tiled part
that’s under the right-hand side opens to reveal a door that stretches into the
ground and lets us live in the walls. We’re just locked out at the moment. It’s
quite narrow underneath and there’s not much room to let others pass through. It’ll
also let in a lot of wind. So we’ve just popped out for a bit of sunshine. We
also might be defending our territory. Right below our feet are the beginnings
of a hole. Perhaps this is where our bathroom is that you’ve just stepped into.
Even the dog on the narrowboat has had to turn his head away in shame. Perhaps the
coxswain has come to deliver us some supplies or throw us a few rolls.
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