[Monday - or was it Tuesday?]: Strawberries. Half-strawberries, to be precise.
A half-strawberry was found loitering in Hall on the side of a cheesecake plate.
Tell me, half-strawberry, do you find such a life somewhat lacking in that fulfilment your uncle told you was only found in garnishing a dessert?
I thought so.
Would you prefer to be forever immortalised on the Internet, and remembered even when your flesh is shrivelled and pulped, when your achenes have blackened and fallen away...
I digress. The strawberry felt its life would have more purpose if it involved a period of time stuck to Kieran's keyhole, in the company of many, many other half-strawberries which migrated from the fridge to the door in smiley-face formation.
I never knew strawberries led such complex lives.
[photos when my laptop is up and running, promise...]
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