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I'm back in bed with the man I love.

I've made a mess of this: trying to be clever. And, stir the bolognaise: it was bubbling in the pot.
I will get this finished tonight: I stayed up late last night and, I like my sleep.
I've lots to say, but I need to get my thoughts sorted.
I'll post the books read and write a few words then edit that when I'm done.
Sorry all, I'll pour a glass of red.

I had to stir the bolognaise. I'm making spaghetti-bol with Marmite: a week's worth. That scrawny vagabond you're doting on better be right. I'm at uni, Edward insists it's uni scoff. I got some wine in: it's a red.

The book? I'll edit the review, not enough characters allowed here.

I thought you'd be interested in my cooking. I'd hate you to think I'd forgotten about you.

Lots of risky escapades: without much gain. In Russia they cannot agree on how to play their target: heated debate - a decision has to be made.

I'm thinking half of this is how life actually is in the BFoS. (The Building Full of Spies). Keep up!

Me, I fancy catching the train to London. Walk in the front door, ask to speak with Human Resources. What are they going to do, chuck me out? I'll have a tantrum.

The world the blue-eyed mob are living in has become awfully hairy-scary.

Sam has found his way back home and I've taken a breath: it looks like we'll be having an adrenaline break and sitting about chatting for a while.

I'm making egg-fried rice and pouring wine. I'll have this done before the night is out.

I'm rather keen on Edward: old-school and a proper gent!

#1 (The Roads Chosen) ends with the scruff deciding he's going back to Russia.
#2 (A Chosen Path), starts with Miss Suicide stopping a pace back from the kerb, looking left, looking right and looking left again. Interesting, what might have happened to change her mind and make her decide life might, after all, be worth living.
There's lot of other and more serious goings on, but, for me, this is all about the girl.

I'm swooning... this guy risked his own life... because...

“How guilty will I feel each time I hear more news of more killing, Boris? Good people. Honest people. That’s why I hacked those accounts, Boris. Because it will help to put an end to what's happening and help save lives.”
“Because you want to help?”
“Yes, if I can.”
“Well, you can’t help.”

I haven't found why he can't, just yet.