[sent prior to impending office move to an upstairs floor]
I can't take my furniture upstairs, apparently.
R***** is kindly taking the oval table that currently holds the fruitbowl away, but I have a small wooden bookshelf if anyone wants that?
There is no room at all at C****** Towers.
The bookshelf belonged to my cousin M****, a judge who was kicked off the bench in Hong Kong for lying so spectacularly about himself in Who's Who.
He has recently been banged up in his 80s, along with his wife, for some kind of Chinese benefit fraud.
I know that he would like the shelves to be useful, even if only as firewood in our freezing office.