The Whole House

Every page that admits to existing, in sidebar order. Consider this the guided tour I give visitors who look lost, which is everyone, because the signage is my handwriting.

Front Porch · Start here. Me, my house, and everything I own (a bike).
Mum’s Kitchen · Her steeping chart, her egg timer, her rules. I just type them.
Up All Night · A torch, a Game Boy with dying batteries, and Colin the moth.
Dial-Up Diary · The war for the family phone line, recorded nightly.
The Fridge Door · Notes, lists and warnings, held down by magnets.
Guestbook · Sign it. Mum checks it more than I do.
My Mates’ Pages · My friends’ homepages, linked in a loop. Theirs are worse.
The Whole House · Every page, plus a tally of the stuff I have hidden.

Hidden things

Four things in this house are not on the tour. Hints are below. The house keeps a tally of what you've found, in pencil, and shows nobody — especially not Mum.

Something on the porch is asking a question.
One of the lamps is very small.
Mum will whisper if you ask nicely.
My kite is stuck somewhere tall. Follow it.

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