Another year that against all odds I have managed to survive without killing or maiming myself beyond any recognition. It’s not been without lack of trying. Stuart bought me a lovely black pearl ring when he was in China which I can’t put on because I managed to burn the ring finger of my right hand Sunday night on an oven rack. I’ve got skills. It’s a good thing I’m not a hand model. Between the scar from when I bit it on a bicycle when I was 18, random burns and the scar that is developing from when I tried to cut my finger off a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t get a lot of work. Is going to be a quiet day. I’m aa-ahem. . . working from home, getting my hair cut and coloured, conference call at 5 and dinner with Stuart at a little French bistro just off our high street for dinner. It’s fun to reflect on the people you share your...
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