Today I thought it might have left. No such luck. I don't think it's going away.
It offers me things. Fresh produce. Donner kebabs. Chicken sandwiches that have corn in them. CORN! It sends delivery people to my door with packages, and pigeons to my balcony with, well, the things pigeons have. Mostly feathers.
I confess, at times it lures me out. Last week it tempted me into six different pubs. I had to lock myself in the flat this week to avoid its charms.
It tries very hard to take me to shops that sell fetishwear. Shiny latex corsets, thigh high boots, stockings, garters, and long gloves. Oh my! But so far I've managed to get away before it could take me into those places. I suspect I'd never make it back into the flat once that happened.
I don't know how much longer I can resist. Send help.