Today we write about: bubbles.
This morning we installed the linoleum in the kitchen, this afternoon we put in the new counter, and this evening we almost finished installing the new kitchen sink. After yesterday's frustrations, today went amazingly well. Other than a few air bubbles in the linoleum that I'm hoping will work themselves out.
At some point this week we'll start putting in the laminate. It's been a long time coming.
Henri Durand lives in a well protected mansion in the middle of the countryside west of Toulouse. It is equipped with state of the art security equipment and guards patrol the perimeter twenty-four hours a day. A ten foot wall surrounds the heart of the property and the man has not been seen outside them in the last ten years.
Henri is responsible for hundreds of innocent men and women dying every week. He used to take a more direct role in those murders, but now he sits in his sanctuary and keeps his hands clean, waving his telephone and mouse like a demonic orchestra conductor might move his baton.
He believes he is safe there. Untouchable, even.
But me and my sniper rifle are about to burst his million dollar bubble.