Tuesday, 4 October 2011

A confession, sparked by the Tory Conference

What can I say? I don't recollect too much, because it was quite a short conversation. And although it was odd, I didn't think too much about it. Had I only known what would happen afterwards.

Look, it was the end of a long day. There was a knock on the door. He had a foreign accent. He asked if we could go halves on buying a cat. And I thought, it's a bit strange but we do have a problem with mice.

Looking back,  I feel kind of used.

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