Sunday 3 February 2013

Be Still My Throbbing Hand

Dear F,

I do enjoy the drivel so worry ye not. I too have a sore hand, but from marking.  Marking, marking, always marking.  I knew it was the beginning of the end when I was made to stand at the doorway of a drama room and give out green pens for self-evaluation...

How is the thaw going doll?  At time of blogging I know you have a gig tonight. And next week. And a visitor from afar. And a potential bloke. And an unresolved musician issue. Plus course. I am impressed with the magnitude of it all...

Can't wait to see you. I may reblog tonight. Supposed to be looking after Mia and marking and getting ready for inspection on Wed. Oh and a gig. FFS.

Big love.

Dobson

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