Help. Need Hideout.

Okay. So I’m looking for a hideout because I bet some money on the horsies, you know to support my writing habit, but I didn’t win and now I’m in debt and some mobby people are after me with big guns; they want to break my arms, and I can’t write without arms and hands, haven’t tried it yet, though disembodied writing may be the new and experimental thing to do.

Anyone have a secret basement, guest house, hole in the wall? I travel light–two children, hubby, mini Aussie, three cats and a hermit crab. And laptop. Don’t forget the laptop.

Happy April, folks.

*I  must credit the prompt of this silly post to Berry Henderson. He always knows how to bring the quirk out of me. Thanks, Berry.