Nearly time to go and I feel I may not be up to speed. Should I be concerned about my lack of shoes? How many cents are there in a dollar? What is a dollar? I keep attempting to tick off this and that during my lunch hour, but, like Basil Fawlty trying to listen to his classical music, it doesn't work out.
Some farewell drinks were had in Taunton on Saturday. What a lovely array of old books there were in that pub! And I managed to get some shut-eye as well. I must have been well gone - various items fell off me as I rose to return to the bar. A trio of glossy students sniggered nearby. I haughtily glided past them, before realising I had laddered my tights.
Glued? More soon.
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