Reality Checkpoint

... is a real place. Someone took me there once when I was a little, how shall we say, boxed. It's stayed with me.

So I was slightly freaked the other day when, walking up the stairs, I tugged at a corner of wallpaper till it started coming away. Feeling guilty (we have agreed to strip the wallpaper but we haven't actually agreed to start stripping the wallpaper, as we can't rewallpaper till we've rewired, and we haven't any money for rewiring, what with the Global Economic Downturn), I carried on up to my room. And then I saw on the wall, in tiny letters, in *my own handwriting*, the words PEEL ME.

Eight years nearly, we've lived in this house. I wonder when I wrote that.

joella