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.