Gone to a better place
When I arrived home this afternoon, I found a note in my letterbox from a representative of the possum removal firm that I engaged about four weeks ago. The note indicated that the worker had checked the exit door and removed it. His note confirmed that the job was concluded. I shall miss the sound of my possum tramping around in my roofspace after dark and in the early hours of the morning but I like to think that he’s gone to a better place (or,at the very least, someone else’s place).
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