Aten't dead

[devi]

Hello everyone. Flat is glorious, albeit without net. Standing on Didcot station using wifi and typing furiously and wading through crammed mailbox. Train will be here in six minutes. All moving helpers were heroes; thank you. Housewarming soon. 'Bye! *runs*

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[verlaine.livejournal.com]

I remember Didcot Station as resembling a portal to a chimneyed, heart-clenching hell - I wouldn't have been surprised if the ticket inspector had been a fleshless skeleton charging me 2p for a fare, shortly before I was rent bodily apart by a three-headed dog. I'm sure you light the place up a bit though, Eurydice.