Living in the world of Bex

At least that's the only explanation I can think of. Bex is doing accountancy exams, and I spent last night dreaming about balance sheets for a media company under hostile takeover. It wasn't even an interesting dream to _me_, so the only reason I can think of for me having it is that there's no room left in her head for accountancy stuff and some of it has ended up in mine instead.

Not as good as the night before's dream, which was clearly inspired by both the fun pirate RPG John ran and my flat-moving anxiety, where the building was picked up, put down somewhere else and when it then started to list to starboard I had to leap to nearby roofs and "board them".

And now to work, where things will hopefully be very, very dull (final day of testing today, if they find any serious bugs we're all fucked).

Will nobody think of the children?

That'd be a bottle of Holsten Pils in his blurry hands. Clearly taking after his 'uncle' Rob.

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