The rent payment has returned because there was something wrong with the receiving bank account number. The keys to Water Street that were supposed to be delivered by DHL today have not arrived. My car key broke down, and my computer has frozen. An electric plug got ripped off the wall. Some people interested in the house who cannot come to the regular show are coming today. A couple of friends have just collected a kitchen sofa, and another friend is coming with three garden baskets she wants me to take with me. To crown it all, the great Russian writer Alexander Solzhenitsyn has dies, and my husband has been asked urgently to write an obituary for his newspaper.
A minor earthquake would make a welcome change.
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