A dream of going back to Moscow

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I was speaking to Aizel – that air headed uber bitch I worked for in Moscow. She is so false and vain. She is totally shallow. Anyway she asked if I had resigned. I said no, no. She asked me to come back and start working for her. I think I was on the phone to her. I was in a flat in a small building. There was snow outside and a small car park. I realised I would have to go back to her screaming and loathsome children. Oh n- Oh My God! Why had I agreed to do it? I am looking for my next job. I would prefer not to return to Russia or to work with bumptiopus children bit I may have to. I have also thought of sending her a fruity email.

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About Calers

Born Belfast 1971. I read history at Edinburgh. I did a Master's at UCL. I have semi-libertarian right wing opinions. I am married with a daughter and a son. I am allergic to cats. I am the falling hope of the not so stern and somewhat bending Tories. I am a legal beagle rather than and eagle. Big up the Commonwealth of Nations.

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