Delhi was great. Lots to blog about. But in the meanwhile, I have tons to do offline so more from me in a day or two.
And how have all of you been?
'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
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Bleh. 'Tis the season for Blehness, dontchaknow?
we missed you!
Gah - I miss Delhi so bloody much :(
Peachy, just peachy.
Not that I was reading poetry for important people but still.
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