Although it didn't snow today, the blistering sun burnt the cardboard roof of my house, the new one we got after the old one was eaten by the next beggar's stupid pet rat that he found in Charing Cross Sewer.
Anyway, this morning I tried mowing the lawn, but the blade of my butterknife broke, and we won't have enough money for a new one 'til next year, so we'll just have to let the damned grass grow, I suppose.
Also one of the windows got broken because I stretched out in my sleep, but we stuck it back together with Dad's spittle, so it should be fine.
For breakfast I had a slice of grasshopper which was attracted by our over-grown lawn, spread with the last scrapings of butter off a packet I managed to find in the dump.
Lunch we didn't get, because we were too busy shovelling cow pats off the driveway, but at least it gave us a sizeable dinner.
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