You know you’re in for a good day when your breakfast is
interrupted by a phone call from a finance company. Some woman is trying to get
you to increase your debt repayments. And she isn’t being very nice about it.
And you have to explain your situation all over again for about the twentieth
time. And she still won’t go away…
Dentist this afternoon. Maybe my good luck will continue;
maybe I can get the dental nurse to darn the hole that’s suddenly appeared in
my best sweater while the big guy is doing the teeth. I’ll ask her and see what
happens.
Last night’s final post was a strange one, wasn’t it? You
have to understand Bishop Brennan to get the joke, you see, and I wasn’t making
due allowance for the fact. I don’t think I imploded overnight.
Be thankful I’m not making a post about the mystery of the
disappearing bread wrappers. That would be just too ridiculous – true, but
ridiculous.
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