The palm is in the back garden, to recover.
I have 3 long 'to-do' lists sellotaped to my desk. They overlap, not like wet petals. Soggy boxes.
Bit by bit, they are driving me peanuts.
Some of my dried grapefruits are rocking gently above my head. Must be a slight breeze in here but I don't feel it.
Here's to choppy style.
In the spirit of Benbenek I'm tired of the phrase 'it ticks all the boxes'.
Omar's coming.
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