San Francisco, January 12th 2015
He brought back a friend last night.
I wasn’t allowed to see who it was and had to stay in the winter patio.
I ate alone, as usual.
Good news is I succeeded to unpack everything.
Proof that I can be trusted.
He noticed that the neighbour was signing me through the window the other day.
He went mad. Now my room is in the cellar.
Don’t worry it’s warm and cosy, but the only window I have got bars on it and the view is less interesting : the tiny yard border…
Well I’ll try to be good to get upstairs again.