... to even out gaps in the service. What is that?.
Overnight ramblings: 'drive car in a circle'; 'chopped liver'; 35 days since last op and still bleeding. Woke 1am, convinced I had hideous temperature: how can I be ill on top of all this? I'd forgotten about night sweats.
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How's everyone else? Adapting to that new contact lens? Got your taste buds back? Are the iron tablets helping?
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To the wonderful Nitins for instant lunch yesterday. Look! Ever seen such knuckles of cinammon? Fresh pan anyone? And my first chicoos outside India (ideal for that Rosh Hashonah tradition - eat a ripe fruit you haven't yet this season). And they were out of shrikand. I'll just have to go back. Have DIY kheer mix to plug the gap.
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On opening pot of hand cream: " Tip No. 9 - When winter starts to bite, wrap yourself up in a luxurious coat of Astral". Saints preserve us from Tips 1 to 8.
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Having fantasies about cramming a GB Shaw style writing desk inside shed window. The sun catches it all day long. Fantasy no doubt to be tempered by shed contents, still behind dining room table.
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Sofa snoozed yesterday afternoon, a triumph. Entered variety of competitions: new sofa, holidays (am I banned from Sandals because single?) Dreamy holiday ideas: there's a Bulgari in the GUM in Red Square; and a Boston hotel you can brunch in your jimjams. Intending more go slow today. Amazing how weekends still have distinct identity despite worklessness.
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