Things that are still lost

The linky wire for the new camera,

And

The charger for the old camera,

And

1 cd out of 8 in a cd book that was due back to the library last week, having already been extended the first time I tried to return the 7 remaining cds.

So still no pics for the blog... in place of that - I give you Saturday's snippet from Group - my rather horrific reaction to the top of my hairdryer, and if you're about to suggest I should be goin to another type of "Group" - don't. Cos I've already brought it up now, no one would believe you thought of it on your own.... (fiendishly clever I am).

Glass oval eyelets, he tied his lace. Tom squinted upwards, the light was hard, tough on his lashes, he felt like the heat would finish him. Resuming the work, the hissing began in the corner again. His breathing like glue, lungs clamped in revolt. He thought about her, then cursed, can't afford distractions at a time like this. One came close, his knuckles red and sore, dangerous job. That's what everyone had said. Did he listen? Like hell. The hissing grew louder, teeth feel liquid, his face is running, wakes up screaming: