Tea in the library, in the warmth.
Suddenly remembered the Giant Hornet.
Bad news: work told me they don't need me tomorrow.
Feel like I've been in a car accident...
"When I was twelve, I milked my eel into a pot of turtle stew. I flogged the one-eyed snake, I skinned my sausage, I made the bald man cry, into the turtle stew."
[Neil Gaiman] New book in June! The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
The heartbreaking moment when a poster I used to own is selling for nearly £2000.
I can't get out of this flat.