I'm just about to make my way home to do a little bit of housework. Before that I'm going to the shops to get something nice for dinner, to go with the lovely bottle of Cremant du Dura that I was given yesterday. Then I'll put my feet up and watch something.
I had a message from my brother. It was a kind message, but it made me feel uneasy. However I've replied, telling him exactly how my year has been. They are considerably better-off than I am, so I hope that my letter won't be misconstrued as a begging letter. The way I look at it, there's no point in replying if I can't tell the truth about myself.
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