I found the first lot in the drawer under the kitchen table.
I was looking for the plates, and only just remembered there was a drawer, hidden under the overhanging plastic table cloth.
I had to tug on one side of it while simultaneously shoving the other side up into the underside of the table to get the damn thing to judder open.
Inside was a mess, just like the kitchen. Half eaten sweets, used plasters and god knows how many broken biros.
I yanked the drawer all the way open and fetched a plastic bag to jettison all the crud that was in there.
As I delved in past the plasters and biros, I could see torn up scraps of paper scrunched up in little piles, hundreds of them, all folded up small and rolled into balls.
I started chucking them into the plastic bag with all the sticky bits of leftover lemon sherbets.
I don’t know what it was that made me read one, I suppose it was just nosiness.
I picked one out at random and read it.
Tuesday today
The time, sponsored by Accurist, is ten twenty-six and thirty seconds
Turn off stove
Take handbag
What’s all that about?
