There's been work, which continues marvellous if frustrating and occasionally driving me mad by virtue of involving a cellist who comes in sometimes and tries to force his lunch on me. There's been talking and stitching in the company of
I've been having quite a good time, really. I suppose that's why I've not been posting. :) Been reading, though, mostly, except on work days where I sort of lose track, almost as if I were some kind of real person. But, of course, I'm not. Because a real person wouldn't spend her work filing programmes about concert performers with ESP channeling music by Debussy from beyond the grave, whilst refusing salmon sandwiches from a cellist.
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Dear dear.