... Right, then.

Today's commute home took half an hour longer than expected because I had to a) walk from Haymarket, and b) take a detour around a major crossroad. Police everywhere, no explanation about what happened, but according to one friendly, chatty bloke (who told me how to get home when the police waved me off), there was a gunshot in a doctor's office? Supposedly someone walked into the doctor's office with a shotgun and fired. Huh.

And here I thought the riots back in Antwerp a few years back were bad. 0_0

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Am slowly working my way through the stack of ironing I've to do, and for the first time in my life, I'm using starch. (Mostly because this is the first time in my life I actually own enough blouses to justify buying starch.) It's quite handy, and hopefully my blouses will stop crinkling if I so much as look at them, but it smells odd. My hands and the lounge smell of it, and it makes me hungry. And of course, hungry as I am, I can't decide what to eat. Bah.

Idly wondering ...

I don't suppose there's any Gary Rhodes/Jean-Christophe Novelli slash out there? No? Didn't think so.