Avatar Five Novembers ago

We bought our house from people who thought they’d be living there forever. They didn’t, because we sent them away so that we could have it all for ourselves. I regret nothing.

Anyway, last week we pulled all the wallpaper off the walls in what had been their baby room, and found a charming memento painted behind it that had presumably been intended to last for many years.

It lasted five years and we’ve painted over it. But here it is, a message from five Novembers ago, just to prove it once existed.

13 comments on “Five Novembers ago

  • I don’t think they were sure. They only knew that it was some time in November. They also only had a four inch wide paintbrush, which is not what I use for my best handwriting, or besters handers writers, but each to their own.

  • It is a message. The subtext is “here is the approximate date we put our paint covered hands on the wall”. My reply was “here are three coats of paint from a terrible manufacturer I won’t be buying from again”.

  • What if, and I know I’m going out on a limb here, what if it’s actually a picture instead of words? Say… two French baguettes hitting something over the head with a rolling pin?

  • Two baguettes hitting 2017 over the head with a rolling pin. That’ll be it.

    I don’t know if you remember this but 2017 was the year that ended in mid-November, and nobody was sure why. Now we know. It got boshed on the noggin with a continental loaf and passed out.

  • It seems like a plausible explanation if you ask me. If you don’t ask me, I’ll have to come up with an explanation that involves some kind of a pulley system.

  • I wasn’t asking about not asking, I was musing about not asking, which is very different. That doesn’t count as an ask, it only counts as a Muse, which is a band that has produced nine studio albums that all sound exactly the same.

  • That’s a very disparaging opinion of Muse. If someone who liked them turned up here and read that comment they’d be flipping livid, mate, livid. Good job there’s a slim chance of that happening.

  • We’re safe here on our very public website. It’s like being in a house made entirely of glass, but which nobody at all ever wants to see into.

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