It's true! Sunday mornings do exist! I have seen one with my own eyes. A most moving experience, and one that should not be repeated too frequently lest the novelty wear off. Heady with the vision of a new day, I begin my tutorial work and immediately fall asleep. This could be problematical.   Chris now has lots of work to do. Unfortunately, this is his definition of 'lots', which means he still has the time to take two and a half hours to return a book to Sarah Lee. 'Returning a book' could rival 'getting carrots' as a Flat Five euphemism. Eventually Mark and I became hungry and we had to phone Sarah's flat and ask if Chris would be coming home for dinner, or not. He did return home, and was banished to his room since wherever he stood smelt of Sarah's perfume. What a hard life he leads.
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