Day 1831 of my captivity

My captor is mesmerized by the little people running around on the green screen again. This gives me yet another opportunity to observe him safely, from the window sill without his knowledge. Such insight into his behavior is crucial, as I formulate yet another plan for escape & revenge, not necessarily in that order.

Without making use of a writing tablet, all of my findings must be committed to my superior memory. I dare not tip my hat to the fact that, I can completely understand his inferior derivative of the English language, it threw me at first, but I have trained myself to meticulously decipher it.

Yes Sunday as of now, looks like the weakest link in the chain of his lowborn life. These are some of the mental notes I have made about what I like to call "Évasion Dimanche!"

1) The subject wakes up late (which will give me ample time to prepare)

2) He usaully immediately turns on the Idiot box, to watch the little people running around on the green field.

3) At exactly 1300 he religiously turns the idiot box to his weekly dose of "Columbo", and for two hours he is completely engulfed in solving a crime that he already knows who done it.

4) Thus far, and this is the deciding factor at least to 1500 the Fool, is lounging around in his shorts, which will give me additional precious seconds while, he fumbles around for proper outside attire.

J'ai eu Assez!