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Thursday
I have a lie in because Ferretfingers doesn't have to be anywhere until
1.30pm.
So I'm sat here in my nightie when
I hear rattling outside.
It's the
window-cleaners.
Put on my dressing
gown, get the money to pay them, shut Ferretfingers’ bedroom window firmly and wonder
whether to inform Fester*.
Fortunately
he didn't get up and fling open the curtains while they were doing our bedroom
window.
*who sleeps in a state of nature
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