Miss you, Fairuz. No one to bitch and eat afternoon tea with pasta with!
The room is finally finished (hope father will like it - am sure he will). Love the floor. I could dine on it, with it even. Smells of woodpolish and varnish. Delish...
Not really saying much tonight. Just one or two words. Night Night! May write later though... Hmmmm. I think the mushroom soup is getting to me. It was so thick, it looked like someone puked in my bowl. But tasty though.
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