When I was a baby my dad collected egg cups on behalf of me so that I would have a thing to collect when I became old enough to (and egg cups are clearly the best thing to introduce to your child to make her well rounded and ready for the outside world) but that’s not even the weirdest thing he has collected. He used to collect paper bags and he collects pencils now.
Postman came round while I had a face mask, hair up in a stupid bun (they never work properly because my hair’s so short) and tiny fluffy babydoll nighty (my dressing gown is in the wash!!!!!) and then sarcastically said ‘good afternoon’ like there is some kind of time window that I was SUPPOSED to keep to when pampering myself.
"A landlady suspects her new lodger is the madman killing women in London."
Based on the book by Marie Belloc Lowndes, supposedly based on an anecdote told to Walter Sickert by the landlady of the room he rented out that supposed JTR himself was a previous tenant of the room. See also…