Neglect

There are weeds growing up around this url.

The screws holding up the sign have rusted, and it's hanging lopsided in the rain.

The post has not been collected in days.

Are the owners home?

Numerous attempts to ring the doorbell have yielded no answer.

The whole place needs a coat of paint, really.

But early this morning I saw someone zooting off in a little red car. She looked harrassed. She waved a little red diary and said something about the diary being too small for the year. She said it was overflowing already. She said, economic crisis? What economic crisis, I've never been busier, she said. She said she was starting two new part time jobs, one teaching at the University, another doing corporate training. She said she was also starting a business. She said please to do some weeding and to water the plants. And then she was gone.

There was something else she said - I'm not sure if I heard her right, though. Something about - no. I'm not sure I can say it here. I'd better check with her first, before I start any rumours.