So I went to the bloody job centre today, which turned out to be a complete waste of time, excepting to confirm that I must return there tomorrow, making yet another fifty-mile round trip. I did however meet an extremely beautiful fair maiden, sadly but unsurprisingly already spoken for. Cecilia is just my kind of woman. The moment she finishe reading a mammoth sized volume, she immediately began reading another. *swoon* Alas, we talked a short while and it transpires that she is very erudite and a keen historian (albeit in terms of midwiffery), and has anthropologist friends. It is likely her boyfriend has biceps the size of Bournemouth and is the jealous type, although this is probably just my imagination running wild. In any case the fair lady is spoken for so it would not be cricket to attempt to woo her.
I am at Wolfae's and this evening is mostly traumatic. Drama. Boyfriends. Tears. All in all it's pretty standard.
I had a strange experience en route to the shops: a couple were... pretty hammered. ("Crewkerne" as it's known here). They staggered hand in hand along the road then the woman waved her arms about the air saying, "I'm just shooing away the ghosts." I saw them on the way back. They had not moved far but had double-backed on themselves. I just said, "Watch out for the ghosts." Well I suppose I had better get back to study.
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