Discombulated

Usual flood related shenanigans with trains this morning. A non-eventful day at work and then the rather strange sensation of spending the evening rattling around my friends' house while they're away. It's normally so full of life and now it's disconcertingly quiet. Somehow it feels wrong and underhand to be doing mundane things that are no different from last week when they were here.

I did have full permission to raid their bookcase and this has been on my list for ages so it has bumped doing my expenses to another evening.

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