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Things always give way all at once, don't they? My shoes are trying to eat my feet, and my bag is trying to make a charitable donation of my possessions along the roadside, and my underwire made a determined sproing at my face, today. Charity shops this weekend, I guess - for the bag, not the bra. The bra thing is gonna have to wait. I have... like... three? Maybe? That'll totally do. And I can wear trainers for the walk to and from work, and get away with minor nibblins in the day. And I shall spend the rest of the day watching Psych and vaguely dribbling NCIS fic and keeping a cup close at hand, in case of unexpected Geraldine.