Sleepy, curly toed. What shall we do? I have done very little, almost nothing today. Although I did come to the conclusion that perhaps, almost certainly it is Sussex. And something is tapping against a little glass bell-jar, just for me. Not that I know where it is. I have no idea how I shall cope, if I can't do it even here.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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