The residents meeting cancelled again because the hall is flooded.
They still haven't pumped the water out beneath the lift so me still carrying the bike down the stairs (ok so good for the muscles in my arm...one will look toned, the other swinging bingo wings... oh well)
And this beautiful sunny morning I'm drowning in the mess in my flat. Paper paper everywhere. Perhaps I should give up thoughts of a research and writing career then there'll be less.
Storage? There is no storage!
I dream I dream......
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