Polynesian Fairies

must have joined the boy-racers who choose to litter the area beyond the parapet between the industrial estate where I work and the estuarial tides.

I felt them. I had a magical day at work. Who could ever have imagined that 3D landfill would feel so much more alive than trading floors for equities traders? But really it does.

And then, staying a little late in the office in order to calculate drill depths for the Environment Agency, I heard from my Electric friend. I haven't heard from her in several months and it was great to catch up! It appears that we shall be within regular striking distance of each other for the first time in about seven years. So happy!