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[desperance]

So I hid my slices of worktime nibbly salami under the keyboard, what time I slipped downstairs to refresh my glass of worktime wine.

That thump I heard downbelow? That was indeed the sound of Mac casting my keyboard to the floor, in order to get at the salami. Sigh. Please can I have stupider cats, please? I hate that feeling they're one step ahead of me all the time...

In other news: a cold? Just now, with a book to finish and public performances looming? Do. Not. Want.

*sniffs*

*coughs*

*drinks more wine*

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[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

There's a Waitrose in Hexham. Or, of course, you could come to Durham...

But I have had supermarket own brand Islay which I did not like (can't remember which one, and doubtless adding hot water and honey to it would have helped. And a clove or two).