Women.
December 4th 2005 There wasn't much to do today.
I was in my scarf and overcoat ready to go out at 7, fighting with another useless flimsy Russian key and chasing escaping cats down flights of stairs. They seem as desperate to break out of the flat as I do. At 7.02 I got a message from Katya to say she couldn't come bowling, so I also had to send charmingly grumpy texts at the same time. It wasn't how I'd planne
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