I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. (Reply).
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Oh yeah, go YOU! ::waves fist in a vague, slightly embarassed, English sort of a way::
I just finished my chapter; adventures in the smoke-stack town of Mayari, where my mate, Maria, got so bitten by mozzies that her shirt stuck to her back with blood, where the bus station was full of (literal) wankers and an attempt was made to entice me into the porn industry. ::smiles in fond remembrance::
::snigger::
But now, I must venture into the rain to post a letter, have more tea and tackle Carthage.
I hope you're having a lovely, restful day, my Gorgeous Gastropod.