I've written before about a sense of intellectual superiority that has embued me since moving to live in Cambridge. My mobile phone rang at 6.35am, shortly after the crowd from Stevenage had trudged onboard, significantly lowering the average IQ of the train carriage, but it is difficult to retain that somewhat self satisfied Cambridge look I've been working on when you consider that the call was from my wife asking if I had managed to get the puppy to pee on the gravel this morning or had it done it in the bike shed again??
Must rush.....off to watch the matinee performance of Fame in the Cambridge Corn Exchange followed by dinner at Pizza Express. Talk about highbrow.
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