I am fine and
derspatchel is fine. Being exhausted after separately and mutually stressful days, we went to bed around one in the morning after being off the internet for about an hour previous; so I woke a little after ten o'clock and checked my e-mail on the way back from the bathroom and saw the message from my mother about the police lockdown of Boston, after which Rob read me a lot off Universal Hub and we have concluded the level of unreality in the current situation is unreal. At the moment we are in bed with our laptops. We could have spent the day this way without any special reason, thank you.
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- 1: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 2: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 3: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 4: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 5: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 6: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 7: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 8: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
- 9: I'm singing out this poem all the way back home
- 10: Pa vez o pellaat da vag, ha ma c'hoantaez c'hoazh?
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