Communal halls ... I am like those women of old beating the doormat and cleaning the entrance in to the home ... I no longer have a door mat ... They took it when no need ... To sale on ... no doubt ...
It was strewn with dust and leaves blown in along with the fag ends ... I had not been here to sweep as this is one area not covered when the people who do this are on their holidays ... I am the only one who sweeps in between the cleans ... When I am with the world ...
All clean again ... I put up with it ... It was the least of my worries ... I always liked a nice entry into the home ... As you well knew ...
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