21/08/19 My landlord is trying to sell the flat. Linda, the estate agent, leaves a voicemail. 'Good morning. Just to make you aware that __________ has booked to view the property on blah blah blah at blah blah blah.' As always, Linda finishes with, 'Ooh, and Nick, as it's booked for after 5pm, would you … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
17/08/19 Yesterday, on the way to pick up Spanish Iain, a pigeon suddenly slammed into the windscreen with a dull, solid and terminal thud. The bird came out of nowhere and was gone, over the roof, before either of us fully realised what had happened. Of course, there was nothing to be done and Malcolm … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
August 12th 2019. A cramped and busy hair salon. It is furnished with many of those old primary school desks and companion wooden chairs that are far too small for an adult. Everyone is hunched over a desk and have to hold their own mirror up in front of them. It is noisy. The staff … Continue reading dream diaries…69
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