What I want to do now is listen to some music and get
quietly inebriated, and then I want to go to bed and try to forget that we're forecast
storm force winds to compliment the drenching we’ve just had. Not as bad as Texas and Florida.
Quite. Night.
Wednesday, 13 September 2017
Tonight's Tiny Epilogue.
No time or inclination for a post tonight, for tonight I was
the gobsmacked recipient of a most unexpected email from a beautiful woman who
still seems to think I’m worth knowing and life suddenly looked up. In consequence, I spent the remains of
the pre-shower period concocting an inadequate reply. (I’m really good at
inadequate replies.)
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