Now seems like a sensible place to start and then I will try to work backwards through the haze of the weekend. I have a feeling of intense dread in my stomach at everything I must finish at work before Tuesday. My only consolation is that, for the next 9 days, I have no reason to go home. Alicia desperately wants to read Lily's book about getting cholera and falling in love with people in the old days. It sounds disgusting. When I saw it on Lily's bathroom floor I assumed it was there in case the toilet paper ran out. Such is the folly of being a literary Phillistine. (Although how many people can say they have read all the Asterix comics?)
The prosection rests its case, m'lud.
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