Friday, 25 September 2009

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home.

Well, less Mole than Vole, but I've handed over a fistful of dollars, got my keys and inspected my kingdom. It's OK. A few faults, and I still don't know where the books and records will go, but it's mine, and moving commences tomorrow, with help from James, Gerry, Mark, Dan and Anita.

I'm exhausted, dusty from head to foot and the heavy work hasn't started. Before that though - another poetry lecture…

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