God I'm hung-over. I inadvertently celebrated the completion of two deadlines last night, and I actually fell over just before going to bed.
Green Eyes is coming round any minute, expecting me to make her sound intelligent and knowledgable on paper, and all I can think of is a fried breakfast. It is a cruel fact that the time when one most needs a fry-up is when one is least capable of making it oneself.
I've just remembered that it's her brother's birthday in Bristol tonight as well. We have to get there by train for two reasons - one is that my car still isn't fixed and the other is that if I want another hang-over to run concurrently with the present one, then I cannot drive anyway.
If I sent you an abusive email or text last night, then I didn't mean it. Either that or I did mean it but now regret it.
La Reine-Claude. - The Greengage is a strange fruit, I really don't know why I bother to keep the tree in front of the house. The trunk is rotting, and clearing up all the ...
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