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Button Pressed

Adrian took me back for dinner.  John phoned, asking where I was.  He joined us and told me I was going with him on an open day, presumably at the Royal College of Psychiatrists for whom he works.  Afterwards, I … Continue reading

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The Illiterati Party

Just after four I went to Adrian’s where he, Sarah and I shared the English 1503 I’d left earlier, as good as champagne.  I asked if there was any food I, a gluten-freak, could eat.  Sarah felt remiss.  It was … Continue reading

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