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You know something?
I love all of you. To death. You rock.
That said, the morning has been particularly pleasant, and now I have to do several things, which are:
1. Get dressed.
2. Sort out my room.
3. Type up and grammar-check Pedar's letter to the Home Office.
The first item on the list is perfectly reasonable, and in fact, expected, seeing as it is now twenty to twelve, and the second item is also perfectly reasonable, as I didn't say tidy my room, merely "sort it out" which does not mean picking everything up off the floor, it means making sure the floor is visible and that there are no sweet wrappers under the computer bench. And there's something written on the whiteboard, which there is: "joint Christmas present" which is, I believe, a listed interest on livejournal.
The third item is the one that becomes unreasonable. Pedar has a secretary. He has four. Seeing as how he can never keep his own paperwork in order, he has two in Southport, one of whom is named Barbara and is the only person on this earth who can shout her way though Merchants' bureaucracy. The other secretaries don't do as much, that is true, but they can type. And yet, Pedar has me typing his letters.
Anyway. It won't take very long, and then Hannah and Becca are comiung here so we can go to the beach. They'll be here at half twelve. I ought to get dressed.
I love all of you. To death. You rock.
That said, the morning has been particularly pleasant, and now I have to do several things, which are:
1. Get dressed.
2. Sort out my room.
3. Type up and grammar-check Pedar's letter to the Home Office.
The first item on the list is perfectly reasonable, and in fact, expected, seeing as it is now twenty to twelve, and the second item is also perfectly reasonable, as I didn't say tidy my room, merely "sort it out" which does not mean picking everything up off the floor, it means making sure the floor is visible and that there are no sweet wrappers under the computer bench. And there's something written on the whiteboard, which there is: "joint Christmas present" which is, I believe, a listed interest on livejournal.
The third item is the one that becomes unreasonable. Pedar has a secretary. He has four. Seeing as how he can never keep his own paperwork in order, he has two in Southport, one of whom is named Barbara and is the only person on this earth who can shout her way though Merchants' bureaucracy. The other secretaries don't do as much, that is true, but they can type. And yet, Pedar has me typing his letters.
Anyway. It won't take very long, and then Hannah and Becca are comiung here so we can go to the beach. They'll be here at half twelve. I ought to get dressed.
