With Bacon

Locked in. Aagain. This is the second time this has happened to Chris and I in a four month span. Being trapped in a place together. The first time we only had known eachtother for three days and I went a bit mental and was widely paranoid. He was dirty hungover and needed the toilet. At least now we know eachother better and have the whole house to roam. Unfortunately though it's a beautiful day in London which isn't entirely bizarre but regretable when you can't leave your abode. It was his housemate Suzi who double locked us in and didn't realize that you can't unlock the one from inside the house. Food supplies are limited, only bacon, cheese and bread. Chris and I (during our bouts of paranoia and low oxygen) decided that Suzi is trying to tenderize us because ultimately she wants to eat us. She deliberately took out all the salads and veggies to force feed us bacon and cheese sandwiches, prevent us from walking so we're not as stringy and make our muscles the juiciest beef this side of the Atlantic. There's no hope with Tet, he's too tiny and won't ever gain weight but there is massive hope for Christopher and I. Our bellies have been pertruding lately and Suzi does keep feeding us seconds at meal times. All those crepes she made a few nigths ago, filled with apples and chocolate...



Epiphany. We need to jump out the window ASAP.