"We All Had Our Minds Made Up for Us..."

Has been a v. Mordred day, which fact I resent incredibly. I hate being Mordred (for one thing, everything tends to go wrong).

My nose is v. cold and I put my hand down on the coffee burner, but I did find out that Rachel lives about fifteen minutes away from us and her mother delivers our mail. We discussed carpooling to work. This is excellent news.