I don't suppose I'm the first to complain about the chafing new rules. A curfew? Don't be silly, I haven't had one of those since I was an adolescent.
The rationing is also worrying; is there not enough food to go about? Is it a side effect of the new monitoring of the city gates? Hmm. I wonder.

That said; things always do become a bit more interesting under prohibitions. Look at the era of speakeasies and smuggling in America, for example. While I'm sure none of us god-heeding citizens would dare do such a thing...


My, my, that would be an adventure.



As an aside, I've come into possession of several tiger rugs formerly belonging to Mr. Moran, who has been returned to his unquestionably odd home. Should anyone care to take at least one of the dreadfully tasteless things off my hands, I'd be glad to surrender them to a more .. appreciative home.