Lorraine has a job Cold night. Frost on the rooftops. Woke up to a text from Lorraine saying she is so anxious she feels sick. Poor thing had a hideous day, as they announced the new slimmed down structure of the local authority education department, but ended up with a job -- one different to that which she applied, a process which necessitated a further telephone interview this morning. She is hugely relieved, especially as the new job has a data and maths element in it which plays to some of her numerous her strengths, so the whole thing may have a large silver lining. As for myself, a very contrasting day of idle foppery. I worked this morning, including a poem for Ken's 80th this Saturday, and then after a walk about town, read Maus , by Art Spiegelman in one large sitting. I'd been meaning to read this for ages, and found it simply the best graphic novel I have read. Essential reading for any sentient entity. Lorraine stayed with me tonight, and indulged in a spot of casu...
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