Sunday, 11 July 2010

Le Sigh

My man and I were cleaved asunder this morning, I being called away by the promise of earning money with which to buy more train/coach tickets.

But thanks to the more than clement weather, I had nought to do but chat with a mother who came in with her three year old twins for a few minutes (darling little things, they hardly ceased chatting to themselves). The rest of my time was spent reading the rest of Wuthering Heights.

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