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Okay, first hour of work in, cleaning up after the contractor in the dining room. Pulled up a decent-sized bucket full of nails, splinters, and chunks of plaster, to save to present to the landlady when she tries to tell me Jerome actually did clean up after himself.

I don't like to live that way. I'd rather have a friend for a landlady, and help her with the problems of building ownership with which she is admittedly unfamiliar. But all it takes is one person to make it a game of hardball, and I have no intention of being taken advantage of again.

Time to write to the boys, and then wake 'em up and feed 'em.