About this story
Nothing happens in it: paint gets on things, tradesmen are insolent, and his grown son comes home from the bank with modern opinions and no job. The Grossmiths wrote the ancestor of every comic fictional diary since. You keep it as Mr Pooter, Carrie reads over your shoulder, and each day's entry is yours to commit.
Who you’ll meet
Carrie and a caller — the comedy needs someone to react to.
How it opens
You heard the black front gate click behind the last handcart from the old address.
Ten stone steps rose through a narrow garden to the chained front door.
The side passage leads tradesmen to the kitchen.
The side passage will save Sarah ten steps whenever our friends call.
LandlordIn another fortnight, you will scarcely hear the railway.
Choose
Will the wall continue to crack?
Two pounds makes the sound tolerable.
A fortnight may show whether you are right.