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[caddyman]

Ah. Warm at last. I really must do something about the heating in yon garret, but as soon as I get warm my notoriously minuscule memory wanders off and picks daisies. Of course this doesn't stop it getting a good bollocking when the temperature drops again.

But a memory bedecked in daisy chains and so clearly cheerful is hard to stay mad at: especially when you and it forget why you're arguing part way through.

So I sit at my desk, feeling warm and smiling benignly, wondering how I can have hay fever in early January.