I have been remiss in adding to this blog, Minion One keeps telling me. She's not averse to poking me when she's telling me, either, which simply reinforces the fact that she has very sharp fingernails that can pierce even the thickest T-shirt. While Sam doesn't know a blog from a wiki, he fully supports One in her endeavours and has asked me twice this week whether I've "scripted anything for the electronic shop diary?" Low, the skeletal Goth who sometimes works in the nether regions of the shop, avoids me claiming my soul is "too dark a mirror" for him to look upon.
Even Malcolm's been staring at me with more disdain than usual.
It's been over a month since my lady friend broke up with me and I think I've just about worn out everyone's sympathy, even One's. She's been a great friend but even the best of friends get bored of the same old story over and over.
So here's a promise - I shall attend Sam's Midsummer party this Sunday and buck up my ideas, get back on track and, at the very least, be more cheerful than Low.
And who knows? Maybe I'll meet someone at the party?
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