I have waited far too long to complete this story. It almost doesn't matter anymore. However, I will share with you the two documents that finish up the tail (tale) quite nicely. At least...I think I will. Maybe. If I can find the photos. I thought I had them right here. Hold on.....
Wait...
Wait...
And rest...
I found my response to Canada Posts rudeness but I cannot find their original letter.
In the meantime, here is my hurried note back to them. Bastards.
Since this incident we have kept our front door closed and locked when Ziggy is "on the loose". One day, while Ziggy was in Jason's bedroom keeping the boy company I had the door open. Murphy was laying next to my computer chair dozing...as is his will...until he heard a noise on the steps. He growled a bit and made his warbly sound. Yes WARBLY sound. You figure it out. In any case, the postie got frightened and turned around without delivering our mail that day. I can't believe it. To this day.
So, while I haven't been blogging I have been VERY busy. I've been concocting things. Like food. Like cleaners. Like antiperspirant. Like plans.
Our publishing company, North Strand Publishing, is getting set to release The Suicide of Ned Sweeney by Philip Robinson any moment now. Literally, any moment. That is if I get off the computer any moment.
I'll let you know how things are going. Oh, I also went to Salem. Witch City. While I was there I got some ink. Truly. Sweet.
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