Raise high the roofbeam, carpenters

(Sudden thought- how do you raise a roof beam? You have to be building a totally new roof, right? Which properly you should have done well before the wedding that's supposed to happen underneath it. Proof that contractors have been missing their deadlines since forever. Those pyramids- never ready in time for the funeral. Still colouring the wall paintings as the sarcophagus is lowered.)

1. I do not cry at weddings. It was nightengale sobbing beside me that did it. Like yawning, tearing is contagious. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

2. Friday has a lot to answer for, or rather the 8 am Dolorous Phonecall on Friday has a lot to answer for, in that I still have a stubborn case of Little Mermaid Feet. Or Foot, as it is now. Not helpful on an erranding/ Nuit Blanche weekend.
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