I was having dinner in front of the telly tonight when I heard a noise and remembered that Agnes was downstairs. I then wondered if she was hungry. Should I invite her up to share my meal? I was going to throw half of it away anyway. Then I thought, but she’s survived this long OK, she isn’t exactly skinny, and she does have a warm bed to sleep in, courtesy of yours truly. What to do?
I’m starting to resent the homeless. They’re making me feel guilty.
The ants are back. Cleaned them up, finished my dinner and went to bed.