Another long sesh with L, painfully spent going backwards around corners and feeling my neck creak badly by the end. She seems convinced that this will be her downfall. A break then over to S in Maidenhead, who bumbles along pleasantly without ever inspiring.
In the evening H is out on a bank dinner with "a firm of solicitors". Interesting one this, and when she gets home she tells me how boring it was, in the company of a bunch of suits.
Only this is the same firm of solicitors she was with that night sometime ago. Remember,when she told me on her return that there had been three or four of them, but in fact I knew (I didn't guess, or surmise, or deduce, I knew, please don't ask me how) that she was actually in the company of a single guy. And that this is the same guy who she was once out with until nearly 3 am when she claims to have missed the train in Marylebone, caught a tube to Cockfosters where he picked her up and drove her home here. A cockfosters and bull story worthy of my own dear brother, if ever I did hear one.
Slept through QT and woke up late into the night.
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