I listened to Nina Simone all day. Cottage door open, her dulcet tones floating off across the rain forest. Sun shining. It is a small slice of paradise here, it really is.
I wasn't going to work, I told Boris that this morning. But then she phoned me sounding pathetic, and Mark's brother and sister were visiting Mark, so I was letting them have their time, so I wasn't working anyway, so I told Boris I would work, and I worked all day.
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