Monday, 17 November 2008

Grumpy old woman

Beautiful book from St Andrew's bazaar.
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Surly, overslept [becoming a habit].  Have begun taking Nursey for granted.  Her absence today discombobulated me.  Spent an hour waiting for her harrassed substitute to help me out, resorted to reading up on surviving domestic abuse and how to get through winter as a pensioner, 'If it's cold, don't go out'.  How long did it take a committee to come up with that? 
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Sitting with a sulking cat, awaiting Sainsbury's delivery van.  Out of milk.  No substitute.  Have they no imagination?  The world is turned on its head today.  Writing group will bring me back to my senses, or help me escape them for a time.
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Can't stop myself counting down to returning to work.  No wonder I'm feeling foul.  And I've got a surgery check-up tomorrow.  He may be Mr Trustworthy, but it still makes me twitchy.  Sorry world.  Cheerier another day.

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