What ever happened to my disclaimer? I think it got eaten up by my novel. Oh well. Just remember, it’s not my fault. And what ever. I am well and truly here to say I have no idea what is going on, she thought as she got on the bus. What was the point of anything? She hated abbreviations and lots of other things she couldn’t even remember. so why was she even here? She didn’t want to go to work. Everyone on the world was obsessed with stupid stuff which didn’t matter. And oh no. Here was Lloyd. She was trying to avoid him because she borrowed his theoretical dictionary of philosophy and she dropped it in the bath. Hi Lloyd, Hi Emma. How is your cereal? Mine’s fine. You’re theoretical dictionary of philosophy? Oh if I could finish with it a bit longer, then I’ll give it back.
Now he’s doing things on his phone. Phew. Oh well. She had been trying to find another copy to replace the old one, but she couldn’t find it anywhere. She looked on the internet and in the specialist book shops. It was no use.