Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

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Fortean weirdness

Engaged as I am in a major clean and tidy of my flat - so overdue, everyone sighs with relief - odd things show up. Old frocks for one thing - was I really that thin twenty years ago? The photographic evidence says yes...

More worryingly, the suitcase full of 1970s and 1980s Architectural Journals. I never was an architect; I never dated one - oh, there was Caro briefly, but she never lived here or anything and I would not have stored her stuff.

So, either fairies creep in late at night and hide professional journals here, or someone I dated is a were-architect.

And deeply disturbing that these have been sitting in my flat for twenty years un-noticed. I so needed to purge and tidy.

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