I know.
Where are my manners?
Hidden in the bedside drawer with my bedside manners.
I think I would make a good nurse really.
Dark day. I send an embrace and a heart of hope out to a dear friend. I love her dearly. I hope she knows.
Delirious customers, tired tired feet and a fish supper overdone, but having filled a hole,
I am almost happy.
WORDS-
Supine
Lupin
peony
Very tired feet.
Tired.
Mumbling, stumbling, no way round this.
Highlight of the day-getting sent a text from my bookshop boss, Denboy, in a POEM format, asking me to work some hours.
It was incredible.
Hang on. I have to share this with you.
Cycle quick
yeh yeh, cycle
Spokes turning
Blokes' eyes burning.
Will you be able
to paint on a table?
Or you will
be dressed to kill,
too fine a mess
Paint upon dress?
This pretty much saved my day.
Mad, lovely Den.
Cat on desk, teeccino, and a friendly wave from someone who has kept himself quiet. It's nice to know I'm not quite forgotten.
Off to the pub to see some beauties.
Proper words tomorrow.
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