After the tension of yesterday's confrontation with Andrew, I was really looking forward to a hearty breakfast this morning… but I have been locked out of the dining room!
In other news, I can't find Wilson, Byron or Nërp.
Even Jīqìrén is not in her customary place slumped in front of the tv watching cartoons.
I can hear movement and low voices in the dining room, and the printer sounds as though it's on overdrive.
The sTone Brothers have been posted outside the door to repel intruders, but even they won't tell me what's occurring.
Something is definitely going on – but in the meantime, I suppose I shall have to eat in the kitchen…
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