sleep. utter sleepyness... we went and had a big lunch at Wagamama in Cardinal Place, the precocious child and i. i did some career counselling for her, which is a change from us always talking about me. what to do, i am so verbose and insistent.
kawa kawa kawa ke ajj mera jee karda; a direct intervention into my stream of consciousness through headphones, no less.
my boss on the phone. he LOVES to get work done on the go. he's in the DLR on his way after a meeting with an MP (damn i forgot to ask which MP and why). i kind of partly faked a bad connection to avoid having to discuss some sticky stuff right now. on the phone! honestly...
ooh now it's doobi thang.
thoughts of the little net backed top and little pinstriped skirt in my bag, to be brandished if the evening party begins to look like a dress-up event. always prepared, this girl is. also the f.m. pumps...ya, some of you know which ones i mean.
gossippy emails popping up on the bottom right corner of screen one, from the little old boy now, as the precocious child and i have exhausted our gossip exchange possibilities over lunch.
right, better get coffee now...
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