Tara sits on the windowsill of my computer room where she is kept company by a dead fly and a tendril of jasmine that's crept through the window.

She 'embodies the healing energy of release from fear and ignorance,' and is appropriately coloured green.

It was 6 pm and I'd been busy all day doing admin for camera club. I hadn't even taken Basil out for a walk. I ought to walk to get some exercise.

I did finish reading Of Human Bondage by W Somerset Maugham.

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