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Tuesday 19th September 2006
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and then I walked past someone on my way out of work for my lunchbreak . . . it was strange . . . it must have been the way he was walking, or something, because I didn't look at his face but felt, "I think I know this person," and it was only when we were virtually level with each other that we caught eyes (what a strange expression) and I realised, "YES! HIM! He used to run computer club!" this being only twenty years ago. A mere yesterday. I've seen him occasionally, perhaps working behind the bar at the John O'Gaunt, or maybe having dinner with a lady friend at Etna's . . . here and around. I did a few checks on our systems and it turns out he's currently enrolled on our PGCE maths course, or one of them . . . so how weird's that? Well, not very. It's Lancaster. It's a small place. I probably know his lecturer, Doreen.
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Hello? New paragraph. Bathroom was varnished this morning, just prior to leaving the house, thereby guaranteeing it an uninterrupted eight hours, or maybe longer . . . I'm not sure. A few more coats of that and it should be sorted. I didn't sleep much last night, having slathered on the varnish downstairs and the fumes, they did creep around the house during the night, despite all the closed doors. Those pho-teeeees there are probably of A****** enjoying nearly varnished living room floor (and M**** wondering why we didn't use Ronseal). I'm kinda wondering if I need yet another coat. Four coats?!
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