Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange stretch of road.


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Building 8 "The Man in the Green Suit"

My name is Margaret. Over the last few years my husband has maintained this blog, taken over from the previous owner of the house we live in. After all the incidents, his therapist considered it a good idea for him to put down his experiences so that he could keep track of where he was at from day to day.

At the request of the therapist, I was requested to offer my own perspective for comparison. It is also hard some days for me to speak for very long, so this is an easier way to communicate for both of us.

The leaves are all turning gold and the color of blood. Soon, the trees that line the street will be empty, and the ground will be littered with the remnants. Michael and I spend a lot of time outside this time of year. Out of all of the seasons, fall is the most pleasing to the eye.

Around Halloween, we plan to have a party at the neighbors house behind us. I am actually rather excited for it. It has been a while since I have gone out with Michael anywhere, and it feels like he is closer to them than I am. The wife is lovely, and maintains the most wonderful array of flowers. She shares my distaste for cut flowers, and I think if we spend time together we could end up getting along.

I love my husband.

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