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This morning has all been about revising fiction.

In a few minutes, I'll brave the post office crowds to get the first batch of Chanukah stuff sent. I shall reward myself by dropping into the library.

I'm missing a few addresses for postcards and one book. I'll have to do another trip to the post office in the new year. Just the thought of that makes me want coffee.

Coffee first, crowds second.

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I went to the library and the post office. I came home with four giant mangoes, a perfectly ripe sugar pineapple, some cherries, nearly 2 kg of artichoke hearts, some tomatoes and a choko. I still haven't decided what to do with the choko. The cherries, alas, have already been done unto.

I had other news, but contemplating the fate of a perfectly ripe sugar pineapple has driven it out of my head. I think I might be missing market visits with friends.