17 NOVEMBER SUNDAY.
9.10 AM. Cold grey sky. Loud banging from next door is annoying Edward who is reading a large print book in bed next door to me. There is a whiff of my new perfume fragrance in the air Angel by Thierry Mugler it is an overpoweringly dominant smell in my small studio. There is a stillness in the room even the tall tree growing in the garage car park has its branches in check the only movement I can see comes from birds shooting across the sky.
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