Goaded by squirrels The trusty 7:47 train cancelled this morning, so I ended up standing up in a crowded train most of the way to London. However I was in fairly good spirits. Decided I needed to see Pan's Labyrinth after listening to an enthusiastic podcast about it by Mark Kermode . Better in its own fantasy way, apparently, than a Citizen Kane . Strode cheerfully through the graveyard past the hospital as usual. Wasn't even raining. The tough squirrels there don't even bother to get out of your way as you walk through. They just look at you beadily and chatter what are you? Nuts? under their ratty little breaths. I think it is appalling when even the squirrels want to have a go. Perhaps goaded by grey squirrels, I found myself roaring at some unfortunates at work: don't keep telling me what you can't do... just bring me the solution! Like some ghastly office stereotype. God I need a change. Or a holiday. Or a life. But I had been badly provoked. Insisted on ...
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