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Things are a bit overwhelming, really. I'm working like mad to get a highly intricate ketubah finished, and at the same time trying to make sense of the family dynamics. It would be a great deal easier if some people would stop behaving like children. Ho hum.

On the bright side, I'm about to go shopping for the usual obscene pile of chocolate, tea, Branston pickle and Birds Eye custard powder. Parochial, moi?