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Oh, the internet? It's nearly impossible as it turns out. Yesterday guy's drill started on fire. He called in reinforcement, and now I have a(nother) phone box thing in my room, but still no World Wide. His partner did however confirm that Little Guy

(most recently "Ramalamadingdong") is a girl-cat.

Also, I got up to my elbows in textile ink last night, nearly won a game of bridge, and solved a couple crimes with Marilyn and Adrian.