Sarah Jane! There's no shame in quitting. Just because you set up that derby league doesn't mean you have to do it forever. Can you imagine being a ninety year old jammer? I didn't think so. It was going to have its day sometime, and today is that day. I salute you.
In other news, I have a bee-sting on my foot.
It's been two days now and aforementioned extremity is still enormously swollen and of cartoon proportions. I couldn't get my strappy sandals on this morning. I put on ballet flats instead and by lunchtime had the foot version of muffin-top. Yeah, laugh it up. Alright. The heat probably doesn't help matters. It's that sort of heat where you come out of air conditioning and it hits you like a snuggie being tied around your whole body.
As I can't be there to drink a whiskey and celebrate your newfound spare time, I shall send you this instead. My boss played it just now and it tickled my fancy. Maybe it'll cheer you up?
xxx
All my love,
Rebecca
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