27 April 2016, noon
Today, I am sharing the London flat with two other patent attorneys, one of whom owns it. I do my best to make him feel at home. Three patent attorneys is enough to constitute a party, I reckon. Although, we are all too old to do parties, really, and at least one of us never did parties when she was young anyway, for fear of enjoying herself. We have brought Provisions. The Provisions are a random collection of M&S® packages containing things that M&S assured us were useable as lunch. Some of them are healthy things, like fruit and fruit cake; others are more for the purpose of lifting the spirit, like scotch eggs and chocolate chip cookies. We spread our pooled Provisions around the kitchen surfaces and eat with our fingers, because three people crammed into a flat and a question mark over who gets to sleep in which sofa bed is beginning to feel like a regression to student days. (It is a delusional feeling, but we are happy to be deluded by it.) In true student fashion, we each of us hope one of the others will do the washing up. I am the only woman, so as a matter of principle I cannot volunteer to do any domestic duties, in case the others feel awkward about sexism.
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