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desperanceThe workiepeople are here. Early!
Happily, I had just finished moving the emptied bookcase, so my reputation as "a good lad" goes untarnished. (It is very odd, being "lad" and "young man" to people who I swear are no older than I am, at least in years. The nice joiner had a heart attack three months ago, which makes him older in experience; not much outranks a heart attack. 'Specially when I then go and startle him...)
As usual, I don't know what to do. They are too much distraction for me to work; and they're right at the heart of the house, and I feel an idle idiot passing by and passing by, making an evidence of my not-workingness.
So I am sitting here, and have read my friendslist, and what now? I could google Daniel Fox, I guess, see if anyone's bought his book this week...
*fidgets*
Happily, I had just finished moving the emptied bookcase, so my reputation as "a good lad" goes untarnished. (It is very odd, being "lad" and "young man" to people who I swear are no older than I am, at least in years. The nice joiner had a heart attack three months ago, which makes him older in experience; not much outranks a heart attack. 'Specially when I then go and startle him...)
As usual, I don't know what to do. They are too much distraction for me to work; and they're right at the heart of the house, and I feel an idle idiot passing by and passing by, making an evidence of my not-workingness.
So I am sitting here, and have read my friendslist, and what now? I could google Daniel Fox, I guess, see if anyone's bought his book this week...
*fidgets*