Boxes

Yawning through the day at work and keeping the coffee concession in business. Spent the evening ferrying an indecent quantity of mostly book-packed boxes up the narrow stairs then later up the ladder to the attic.

Lost patience with N climbing a tottering bookcase, pushed her off and made her cry. Shame on you, rotter. 

 

Lights to green

cars bolt from the blocks. No-one

takes it easy

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