I am at work. I take two boxes, full of old comics to put somewhere safe. I think I leave them at the end of the huge room where the old call centre was.
Later, I go looking for them, but I cannot remember where I left them. As I walk down the side of the old call centre I look up and see a man look at me. He says 'you're not one of the people I trained'. I wonder if I should say hello, but decide to ignore him and walk to the other side.
The old call centre is now a warehouse. Different levels. I see a girl jump down from a level above to the level I am on.
There are lots of new people who have just been trained to work in the warehouse. I think that Saturday's and Sundays used to be so quiet.
I continue looking for my comics - this now has a greater impetus as there are more people in than expected. Are they in the admin office? They must be!
When I enter the admin office I seem to forget about the comics. Instead I gave a few copies of a fanzine in my hands. One of them had a poem by Paige in it called 'The Horror At Wet Hook'. I hand a copy to Kafy, and also Gemma, and Paige herself who has joined me. I explain that the fanzine has a poem by Paige in it, and wonder if I should read a few lines of it to get everyone interested in it. After all, it is hard to get people excited by poetry.
I say that Gemma's husband (partner in real life) photocopied them. This raises a knowing laugh. What gave I said? Is it because I referred to her partner as her husband? I think it is because Gemma's husband is a bit dodgy and has probably photocopied them illegally.
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