18 June 2027
Friday. There are low parts of my house that are just my size. Tonight a very tall man found one of them on his hands and knees, saying a word I won’t write down. I have never laughed so much.
The grown-ups tell people about the low bits before they book. If someone is expecting a baby, or can’t get down onto the floor, or goes funny in tight places, they should ask first. One lady tonight did ask, and decided to come anyway, and went through with her eyes shut, holding her friend’s ankle. Brave.
That is the trick, I think. Nobody in my house goes the long way round on their own. There is always an ankle to hold.
The Beeping Man came to the door to ask how big the low parts are, for his sister. The grown-ups told him. He looked pale. She looked thrilled.
— Cathy (please come back)
