Chinese Newyear came quickly.
Between the pitches, 70s themed company AGM, and a rather foggy Tuesday night, I find myself time lapsing through a Wednesday afternoon.
I'd worn the new shirt I'd agreed to buy and save for the newyear - a Topshop number with lots of red stripes and buttons. The rain had just lifted and condensation was forming under the rims of my not very functional sunglasses.
I'd bumped into June and Jude on the train before. 'But I never expected that' June tells me, refering to the contents of my Robinson's shopping bag - which include 20 pots of play-dough and an ounce of mouldable sand. Jude notes that my shirt is really from top shop, and that he owns one too.
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