In a complete contrast to yesterday, it is a nice morning
for it. Cycling that is.
Today is my boss's last day before his retirement and I
spend the whole day trying to extract as much as possible from his brain before
5pm.
L asks me what books I would like for my birthday. Clearly
this is a ruse to get herself around the current book embargo and legitimately
into Waterstones. Although, of course, I would only expect her to visit to the sports book
section.
She says that shutting her eyes for the first two floors would
be disrespectful and akin to me swimming in the pool with a bikini clad female
in the lane either side but not taking a peek. The difference being that I’d
take a peak but I wouldn’t bring one home with me.
(Friday 28th March)
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