I vowed that I must read his The Great War for Civilization: The conquest of the Middle East -
I must have missed the crossword gang - they were not at their usual table, murmuring over clues - they'd taken their Daily Mail with them, too -
I'd called in for a cappuccino, after a stint in the gym - I've surprised myself by going to the gym at least twice a week for the last year or so -
I slyly weigh myself every day on our new scales - perhaps that's a little excessive -
I'd watched The Jeremy Kyle show whilst on the running machine - I lip read his taunts - I remembered how Haruki Murakami would go running -
I'd discretely admired the shapely Amazons on the cross trainers -
But a vague sense of anxiety now seized me - what intricate conspiracies were taking place inside my body?
Then I saw a basket containing duck eggs and free range hen eggs -
I picked up a duck egg, glorying in its shape and weight - I held it against my cheek -
I suddenly felt happier - whatever happened, every moment was full of wonder -
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