the spread depleted; John delivering invitations to the Himley Hall private view;



I rather enjoyed it -- the usual tongue-loosener contributing to get-on-better-with-colleagues syndrome. I come across normally as a bit distant. Lunch at Ruskin promised with Sue the sandcaster, and a Bingo date with the other Sue, who used to live in my flat. We can't, we agreed, live opposite a Bingo Hall for a year and not go.
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