Oh Harry, if you
should die down there you’re welcome to share my toilet.
See? Sorted.
promises, promises...
Saturday, 9 March 2019
Sharing Harry's Invitation.
A few days ago I mentioned the suspicion of having a
nocturnal visitor of some non-material variety in my bedroom. Well, tonight I
went into my bathroom and there was a strong smell of perfume in there. What’s
more, it seemed to be emanating from the toilet bowl. So now I think I know who
it is. It’s Moaning Myrtle, bless her.
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