11 September?
11? September? I blink and a fortnight whisks past… but this weekend I’ve got all the time in the world. No plans, just me, alone in my flat, the right ingredients for a couple of recipes I’ve been wanting to try for a while, a stack of magazines, a pile of DVDs and Jane Garvey‘s mellifluous tones on Radio 4…
Maybe, just maybe I might stop by… unless the sore throat turns into a full-blown cold and then I’ll just snuggle up with a book and to hell with the world.
Loner? Me?
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