Today's been one of those clumsy ones. I've been dipped in paint, and splattered with water. I put my camera in the fridge and made a cup of tea without a tea bag. Nice.
There's something buzzing in here, and I can't work out if it's a bee or a nasty fly. The former - it lives; the latter it dies.
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Must do some more work on the novel tonight - it's teasing me, just sitting there; its stripy cover freaking my eyes out. Someone's about to get their come-uppance. I can feel it brewing. Ooh, she's such a bad girl, my Alex. Hope you don't meet her on a dark night.
