It isn’t quite the same as riding along the front rank of
your best and bravest cavalry, clattering your broadsword against their
bristling lances in a show of martial brotherhood and crying ‘A RED DAY!’ Is
it? No.
I hope this is making sense. If it isn’t, it means you haven’t
seen the Battle of Pellinor Fields, and must therefore live either in Bhutan,
a commune, or a particularly impenetrable part of the Brazilian rain forest, in
which case your confusion is of little consequence.
It’s also been a pretty uneventful day. Does it show?
Ah, I know what happened that was interesting. I saw the
person to whom I behaved ungraciously a week or so ago. Unfortunately, she was
a little way ahead of me and wasn’t alone anyway, so she didn’t get the
personal apology that I should have liked to bestow. Maybe I’ll see her again
next year.
There, now. Wasn’t that exciting after all?
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