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I had lunch with my old friend Kevin at a place called Kitchen. Luckily it wasn't *really* a kitchen, but a restaurant. He dropped me off and kindly gave me a rug (he didn't want it any more). It's a large seagrass mat. God knows how I'm going to get it home, but it was a lovely gesture.

G is coming for the weekend before she deserts me for a life of Kiwis and excitement on the other side of the globe, so I need to get home, drop the rug off, go shopping as we have no food, tidy up the spare room then slump into a heap with a nice Rioja and wait for G to arrive.

And I wrote a little thing for anthropomor_fic, called Night and Day