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 Well, *that* was a variant on the old 'remember that person you murdered back in the 70s?' dream. 'Remember that illegitimate half-brother of yours who came to stay with the family when you were ten or so and that you left home at 17 to get away from?'

July was a long month even for quarantine. Partly all the workmen I had in, partly the rain-dry-rain-dry weather, partly just featureless July. Toronto is now at stage three but I still can't see me going to a restaurant or store any time soon.