You think I'm lying, don't you?
Yesterday a kettle jumped off the windowsill and bounced off my foot, breaking my toe. It's been taped to another toe 'cos that's all they can do. I was x-rayed by two identical twin radiographers, which was even more surreal than the flying kettle.
I'm going to Bruges tomorrow and will have to sit on a chair with a bier, drawing, while everybody else wanders round the mediaeval city. Bosh!
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