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Every day at four o’clock we go for tea. Every day at four-o-five we come back with a bag full of cups that is invariably emptied of its contents and either filled with junk or left on a desk until at some point someone puts it on their head for the comedy value. It’s shocking how predictable we are.
Ho hum.
Bags aside, it’s been a busy day with barely a chance to flit around the web. Did, however, come across the BBC’s story about the new Harry Potter book, due for release on 21st June. At 255,000 words it’s a third bigger than the Goblet of Fire, which itself was massive. No wonder it’s taken her two years to write. Kids will barely be able to lift it never mind read it. Certainly not holiday reading - unless it goes in excess baggage.
To the gym this evening with Kevin and his rapidly developing six-pack, by way of his smart new flat. We’ve known each other for eight years, I’m guessing, but I’ve never been beyond his front door before, so was shocked to find the walls covered in large irredescent butterflies pinned to card and mounted in frames. Utterly creepy but at the same time really quite beautiful.
The gym was heaving, though, so we ended up standing around in the tepid pool after the hippo class had finished its aquarobics, chatting about events of the week gone by. Rather unfortunately, he didn’t remember until too late that the shorts he was wearing in the pool were the shorts he had arrived in, and the same shorts he’d been counting on wearing to go home. Naturally he left wet. And cold.
He somehow managed to talk me into agreeing to help move his fish tank at the weekend. From the size of the space he mapped out with his feet and hands on the carpet I’m guessing it’s going to be very very heavy, in spite of the fact he’s promised to empty it of both water and fish, although not necessarily in that order.
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