Boxes

You know, this little hoosey where Eve and I plus HHHCB + 5 Kitlings  live is overrun by boxes at the moment. Can't seem to get rid of them since my old employer seems incapable of organising it. And most of the boxes contain their stuff.

For a while I didn't have the boxes - just the stuff - but a little trip up to see a man I know who likes to dress in fatigues soon rectified that. Of course, I can't tell you who this man is or, where he may live but I can show you snaps of his back. Otherwise I may have to... Oh, you know the rest!

Secret hideout. Only the sheeps know where it is.

Eh?