Enjoying my last little soupcon of freedom. Perhaps I should be doing something very practical from the endless 'to do' list. Then again, it becomes clear that some things will never, ever be done, and quite possibly, don't need to be.So I'm off to see Nursey with a library copy of Claire Tomalin's Life of Jane Austen under one arm, and hopefully the last bucket of seaweed. Wouldn't that be good.
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