Tuesday, October 24, 2006

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.


craig (martin) said...

But you did throw it, didn't you?

Mark Reynolds said...

It wasn't me. I suspect it was one of my manservants - such high-spirited lads!