The RAG forms have arrived, in a shower of pink and blue. I got someone from Churchill. Cue bitter laughter. But he seems reasonable, by which I mean he is either madly confident, or kind of funny, or had someone else fill out his form for him. I'm hoping for a hybrid between the first two.
The prospect of going to Cindies, which is what people do on the Blind Date, is thrilling to me. Oh, Cindies, it's been too long since I was held in your smoky embrace, breathing the fug of bad music and worse decisions. I am not too cool for you!
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Blinde stevnemøter? Hva er det som skjer? Dette høres suspekt ut. Har Claire blitt hallik?
Hva heter det stedet hvor du trener når du er i Trondheim, og er det åpent for alle med medlemskap eller må man ha "kontakter"?
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