A turning point

A turning point. Heard from my glamourous accountant, with news of a tax rebate, and a reassuringly payable tax bill in January. At last, and for the first time this year, I feel I have properly returned to solvency. Greatly cheered by the lifting of this financial cloud.

Otherwise, less coldly. My day spent on dog and cat health. Enjoyable 'Fright Night' halloween drink in the office, to the accompaniment of scary music, and people slurping down green and blood red vodka jellies. Good chat with Hamish about street art. His interesting site, Urban Escapades here. I stuck to a bottle or two of beer. Train delayed homeward as it was outward.  Listening to Midnight's Children again. Lorraine coldy and tired. Glad to be home.

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