Monday, 16 May 2011

Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Twenty-Seventh

Special K clustery thingys and strawberries.
This afternoon, the woman in the oh-so-decadent sandwich shop asked me if I'd just finished my exams. These days I'm generally flattered when someone takes me for a young thing; but it did also cross my mind that her assumption was perhaps based less on my youthful glow, and more on the fact that I have become so terminally scruffy of late.

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