The coffee tables - small but perfectly formed.
My ex husband turned up unexpectedly last night bearing a DVD about children in Iraq for me to play since he didn't have the right equipment. Of course it was an American one which would not work here, so declined it with thanks. I think he was angling for an invitation but absolutely could not bear to let the poor thing in. Either he smells much worse than before, or I have become much more squeamish. Probably both. Oh dear, I do feel rather guilty.
Still pouring with rain. I was hoping it might stop before the funeral, but it doesn't look too hopeful.
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