Coffee
Very little sleep, punctuated with strange dreams: All at once every seed I’d sown sprang from the cracked earth, bursting with life, breaking some fortress apart. Probably means I want a bacon sandwich. I do, but there’s no bacon. So I’m going to go and wish my weetabix was meatabix.
An old friend coming to stay today, going to help us out while we make lots of racket in London. Might even squeeze a climb in.
I have a new pet hate: people who stand really close behind you when you’re queuing. It doesn’t make the queue move faster. Especially at 9 am on Monday morning when all you can do is will them through bloodshot eyes to stop shuffling closer. Maybe I was being robbed….
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