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Baggy eyes. The windows are locked tightly shut, but the things that scream in the meadow wake me. They are being eaten by the foxes. Every night, just gone one. So is it the foxes or their meals that wake me?

It’s not been a good day, generally. Very, very busy, with a very technical hour-long interview at lunchtime for my September issue feature. It took a bit of explaining but by the end of it I had reams of notes to steam through, and I’ve made good headway on the piece. Trouble is, it meant I didn’t have time to do any proofing during the day so I’ve brought home 30 pages to work on this evening and tomorrow on the train. The German will have to take a back seat for a little while.

Nice woman in bakers outfit came around the office with free muffins for the whole company mid-afternoon. She was trying to drum up trade for her new coffee shop. ‘Grand opening tomorrow morning at eight.’

They were burnt.

And rather dry.

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