Props

This day had been inordinately long. You get days like these; days when you simply have to get on with it, and get through it, then leave it.

It extended into an after school meeting of varying value, and after a few pink doughnuts on the 40 mile drive home, they were the closest comestible to the check out, honest, I went straight into Chekhov rehearsals. "It's not right, ma'am. You'll wear yourself out!"

These are the props which I consistently fail to put in the right place! Bit like the words. And, the blip, like the words, isn't great, but given the day, is what I offer. It is still the memory of this day, and that's what its about, isn't it?

Cuppa tea!

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