I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore, not right now.

he will not have the Baron's project done in time to come dancing tonight, and apologises.

belatedly waves, having found a particularly knotty analysis that must be completed tonight.

Thoughtful day for me today--a year later, and what still feels raw is not being discarded like a soilef handkerchief as much as...

likes trying to indulge his friends' frivolous fancies when he is able, and hopes he was successful this time.

I suppose it's not professional to cry out 'No more, for God's sake!' when more reports are delivered.

ALL the reports from that emergency the Baron sorted this past week-end have found their way to my desk.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Steelhead just can't resist stabbing me in the back, can it.

Always an interruption when I try to send my greetings. Whom shall I be seeing at the dance tonight?