Longer Pants …

Another Saturday night.

More like Saturday morning after a Friday night not deserving the name.

Llamas? Bromfords? Back to BlockBlog "normal" again.

The elevator is still broken.

'Llama, what are you doing down in that elevator shaft again?' I am shouting through the open door in the hallway of my penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford the friendly town by the bay and seaside. Too many words, but I should not forget to add that I am shouting down the elevator shaft of that broken elevator. Only Hela knows where the cabin went when it last went down that shaft, years ago when the elevator was still working - you know - whith that personalised keys and all that.

'Stop babbling, Bromford!' the llama is shouting up from the elevator shaft. 'Just ask me what I am doing down here again.'

'Llama, what are you doing down in that elevator shaft again?' I shout down the elevator shaft.

'I found another secret tunnel down here, dude', the animal answers. 'And it is not the tunnel to the storage room of Speedy's bar and café.'

'OK, what is it, animal? Where does it go to?'

The animal answers, 'That is something I have forgotten, dude. The secret tunnel should have been the connection to a whole new story maybe a whole new world that was in my head. But now it's gone.'

And I am Bromford Bibble thinking about things the protagonist could think.

And the fortune cookie says,

The future begins today,
not tomorrow.

Today is Saturday, the 26th of June 2021.

🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨

And the protagonist thinks about quality versus quantity.