I'm not sure why I don't turn right and go to the gym. Instead I go to the office to sort through old stationery, to surprise myself with sketches done years ago; forgotten.
Sam comes over after her gym to go for lunch with me; chatting about tonight's cooking, indoor plants, and office matters.
Later in the afternoon at No. 40, I move the white table near the window. And sort through old stationery; more surprises.
I'm preparing to do collages with old magazines. And restrict my meal consumption.
Even later in the day, friends come by for a meal. We invite Stephen for the first, and enjoy his company along with the usual suspects plus Freddie. Steady Freddie, though young.
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