- 18:12 We joke at work about getting a kitten for stress relief; on the stairs fluff gathers in every corner, as if shed by some spectral fat cat.
- 18:23 Intermittent smell of hacking smokers in filthy jockstraps explained! I'm following a cigar smoker down the street. I overtake.
- 18:25 Instantly the smell transports me back to the Quiet Woman, where Derek would come in every day for his cigar and a toasted stilton sandwich.
moments between posts - spectral fat cats, cigars of memory
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