The workhouse took longer than expected. The man is very kind, although he has no concept of my intellectual capabilities. I shan't have to go there again until the end of next month. I wouldn't have to go there at all if I had my way, and I'll be speaking to my people about that very soon.
I rushed up to my next appointment, having warned the people that I would be a little bit late, and didn't get any answer when I rang the bell. That seems to be an all-too-regular occurrence in my life. It just won't do anymore.
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