This place has been officially HPed!

When I left for work today at quarter to eight... The post-it-note was still in our lift. But by the time I came home which was half an hour ago, it was gone. Maybe somebody removed it. I hope it gave Lady Bruton something to wonder about.
Lady Bruton is our elderly - or better, old! - neigbour and is quite similar to Lady Bruton in Mrs Dalloway. Our neigbours have quite English nicknames anyway, there is also Lady Poirot - she is a curious French lady and so we named her after Agatha Christies Hercule Poirot - and Lovely Rita. Oh, and Mr BBQ, but this is another topic.

"You've been HPed"-decoration in our lift

Some quite odd but amusing story mady me day today - and not only mine. When I came to the office this morning I had a mail from H with an article about Londons new singing and talking bins! Another reason for loving London, England and the English! Such humor! We could use one of them as well in front of our house. Some students of our local school love to sit on our stairs, leaving their litter there and Lady Bruton spents quite some time running - or better gasping - to the teachers room to complain. But a talking bin would solve the problem!

H by the way has a new dream job. She wants to become a lollipop lady for hedgehogs. I'm proud of her!

Hugs,

the P-half of HP ;-)