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Well, the last few days have been thoroughly rotten. One of Dr Taverner's agents was using the name of Galina Lyubova's brother-in-law as an alias, and Galina got the fright of her life when she saw him, so he was called in to have his paperwork redone. That took hours to sort out, and then, while I was sorting out tea in the breakroom, one of Viresh's subjects wandered in, and wasn't noticed until he set off one of the wards. (I was wrestling with the cooker, which had just decided to spurt boiling water all over me--I'm seriously considering taking up a collection to get the funds for a new one, if we can't get one requisitioned.) Which meant that Dr Taverner chewed me out. Comic relief was, however, provided when I found out that the research subject--Raphael Trevelyan, of Cornubia, presumably some relation to the mad Trevelyans of Lyonesse (but maybe not, because he has a Christian sort of name), beat Gareth up, thus accomplishing something that the rest of us (except possibly Tats) have been wanting to do for months.
I got home to find that Gwynnie was in a foul mood, and was disinclined to tell me why. It probably had something to do with Alys--Gwynnie's foul moods usually do, but she hasn't told me what. It's her birthday in less than a month--I'll round up a few of her friends, maybe Cecy, and they can take her out to get drunk. Meanwhile, I'll start working on her present. |