They have a short driveway pretty much directly off the motorway 10km along the way to work. Leave the friendly blue of the harbour, up the brown-and-gorse gorge, nestled in huge furrows of Wellington hills. It is a compound, all gravel and chickenwire fences, one of the two opulent overalled women watching me from behind a fence is clutching the diagonal wire grid, with raised hands, by her face. Visitors must pass through reception. Reception is a box, hello I came to pick up some organs for science, but the man is grumpy that I did not come in on Friday, like I said I would, it degraded the product. Does he mean that it was disrespectful to the animals.
She is still watching me with clutched hands. I got back on the driveway and had twenty metres to speed up to a hundred and something for the motorway.
At work they tell me to stop with the anxiety disorder already. Because they have been watching me.......
Hehe that last sentence is magic
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