There was no Coronation Chicken at the Sainsbury’s salad bar today. I’d been looking forward to it all morning. I asked the girl behind the counter if they had any more and she disappeared for 20 minutes and came back with
a large tub of chicken & ham pasta. I nearly cried.
I consoled myself with a look around the Cancer Research shop and bought
a Joseph dress for a fiver.
No news on the pitch back at the library. And they don’t need me next week.
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