There's a crowd of angry Frenchmen on the sidewalk below my window, angrily gesticulating in the general direction of my apartment. They are standing around the remains of a tile that just fell from the roof of my building and shattered on the concrete fifty feet below. When I poked my head out, the gathering mob seemed to think it was my fault.
I feel rather like Marie Antoinette.
2 comments:
But you did throw it, didn't you?
It wasn't me. I suspect it was one of my manservants - such high-spirited lads!
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