Well War eventually made it home last night, lugging a semi-conscious Famine along in a wheelbarrow. I asked where they’d been and if he knew what happened after the poker game, but he just gave me this look and said “Let us never speak of it again,” then went and dozed off in his chair for half an hour. So your guess is as good as mine, really. When Famine came round properly I asked him what he knew, but he doesn’t even remember the poker game itself, so he’s of no use to anyone.
I guess it’ll just go down as one of those mysteries that’ll never be explained. Like Bigfoot. Or the success of the Twilight movies.
There was activity up at the house today. The shed we live in is currently located in an overgrown garden at the back of an old house. The shed is well out of sight, and thanks to the old Death’s gadgetry we can practically make it invisible if we want to, but if someone moves in to the house then we may have to consider relocating.
From what I could see it was a woman and a boy being shown around the place by some fella from the council. I could tell he was from the council because the moment the other two had finished he sat in his van for forty-five minutes eating a sandwich and reading a newspaper.
They looked in all the rooms, and at one point we had to switch on the invisibility thing so the lad didn’t see us from the upstairs window. He looked nice enough, as did the woman (the mother, I presume), but nice or not they’re unlikely to react well to having the Horsemen of the Apocalypse living in their garden.
We’ll have to wait and see what unfolds.
In other news, the rash seems to be clearing up a bit at last. Still, every silver lining has a cloud when it comes to my health. When the rash goes something else will just appear to take its place. Chronic diarrhoea, probably, knowing my luck.