I met Jean this morning, putting up the sign for Open Door by the horse trough. Then I went off to the launderette - and when I came back, the sign had gone again. This time it wasn't even stuffed down the back of the horse trough. It had gone completely.
So I went down to Open Door to tell Jean. "I thought we hadn't had many people in," she said, and went to the police.
When I passed by an hour later, the sign was back again.
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