Sunday: day of unrest

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… seventeen hours comprising attempts at social tact,  cooking a roast dinner for six while simultaneously removing two car loads of STUFF from the attic,  driving to the recycling centre, and more social tact.  A counterpoint of concealed suspense  wound through the day like a ribbon of sinister dream.  I’m glad it is Monday.

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