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Papers from heaven

Outside of my office is just a small light well. Not much of a view but it's home. Well it's not home of course but you know what I mean. Or do you? I often wonder what people mean by you know what I mean because of course you can't know that they know so you are trying to project the knowledge as a given and move on. But I digress. (Or do I?). Enough! Ed. These papers came fluttering down the other day, flapping in the breeze and came to rest in front of me. Your intrepid blogger ventured out to retrieve them and also to make sure that no valuable information that may be contained was left unscanned and unpublished on the Internet. Well at least someone has some moral fibre around here. Sadly it was just the chinless wonders who pass for my landlords who had a left a window open with a pile of papers stacked on the sill and a fan blowing directly at them and the contents simply showed how much they were ripping people off.

I shouted up the well - "your papers are down here" to be helpful.