I went to the basement and found my tablet. It's been down there for two years or more and it's pretty astounding that it hasn't somehow corroded or molded (to mold? Isn't that a word? When something is covered in a hairy growing mass of fungi?). Oh I see, I'm suddenly being all American. Moulded would bee the British spelling. Not that it really matters since I am neither.
Anyway, anything else that's been down there for more than a month has ended up black and slimy in no time.
The basement itself is so creepy that I don't go down there, even to save my lovely, lovely shoes after my husband put them down there to make more space upstairs. It was a strange mixture of energy and courage that got me down there the other day, and the smell kept me from touching the box that contains my shoes.
As the house was built in 1901 I'm pretty sure the basement was dug out later. Possibly for protection of bombs. (We live in Berlin after all).
The ceiling is extremely low despite the fact that the stairs that go down there are very long and it has a very strange, irregular shape. I don't know if that's what the foundation of something like a big apartment building looks like, but I imagine it is. It would also explain the extreme conditions that rule down there, the smells and the large amounts of various bugs and spiders.
It was a true rush to be down there. And it resulted in this:
17, I believe, but I'm really bad at counting and not forgetting where I was, mortally obese unicorns in a spaceship. You can't really tell it's a spaceship, but I know. And now so do you. Besides, how else would they float? And where else would unicorns live? They have to be space-based creatures. It's the modern life with spaceships and space food that makes them so sad and fat.
That is all.
Oh except that I wanted to explain why I would say something so ridiculous as “a family way” in my silly story: I was actually described that way when my sweet man wanted to excuse my strange behaviour. He's very polite and strange. And I had to get that out of my system at some point.

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