Opening his presents on the other side of the window. This would have been a week of family feasts with Chinese New Year, Valentine’s Day, Pancake Day and the boy’s birthday all in five days but stuff got in the way.
Admin2 is reading The Scent of Death by Simon Beckett, which was loathesome and disgusting. Quite apart from the decomposing corpses in the derelict hospital, just about every other character involved in this atrocity gets stabbed, clubbed, electrocuted, blown up or run over. Simon sounds very sciency about the odours of decay but he can’t tell a corona from a penumbra.
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