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May 31, 2010

So I walk up to the front steps, to find them covered in onion pasty. Strange? Very. 

We live at the top of a steep drive. I am home alone for the week (well, my friend is staying over for the week) and neither of us have had any pasties. In fact, I have never had a pasty, and all the food she has eaten this week has come from me or Boots, and she has consumed no pasties. Furthermore, the bits of pasty weren’t on the step this morning after the postman came, and nothing has been delivered since...