"Lawks, it's five to seven. Is he still in the you-know-what?" Yes madam, I am: in a very square, windowless, Small Tiled Room of Ablutions, in an apartment on an island in Stockholm, Sweden. On Wednesday 13th August, which as you now know is Day 13991. Now please, madam, be patient.
The room is not quite six feet square, and is home to the shower, toilet, wash-basin, and a front-loading washing-machine. It also boasts a formidably powerful extractor-fan in the ceiling: I've had very high hair while living in Stockholm.
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