The return to Bathmatalonia

Every now and then, you get the feeling the wheels on the cart are not actually about to come off, no they have been running along the same street for a hundred metres or so, gradually drifting to the pavement while the wheel-free machine scrapes along noisily.

You might think that it was a bad day in the office, au contraire, a very interesting day in the office was had. In fact I am still there, well so to speak.

Otherwise, I joked about #2 putting me down as her hero in a school project. So she did, and described me as annoying, nice.

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