I am pleased to announce that Ironing Mountain (full Himalayan Range) has been surmounted, at last, after weeks of labour. My baskets of ironing pending are EMPTY. The reason why they are empty is I have stopped doing the washing, yes I have stopped. The washing spews from three linen baskets, resembling the town of Pompey just after the eruption of Mount Vesuvius...
B has just entered. He tells me that if you break a magnet in half you cannot press the two halves together again, as they repel one another. Is this true? He concludes from this that every single atom must be pushing against the other. Today, I feel like this magnet.
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