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Last night was Bonfire Night, as good a night as any to attempt a glimpse at the future but strangely the cards all suddenly seem the same. I made the obligatory phonecall of course, only to be told that I was going to be stepping on a crocodile sometime soon and that Typhon was falling off the wheel once again. And pointing out that Bast was then likely to be stabbed in the eye only resulted in my being laughed at.
The wheel is turning, Herr Pegasus indeed. And I’d thought that my dearest tarot reader at least liked to pretend that he was Egyptian.

I’m not in any sort of a mood to do anything other than puzzle over the turning of the wheel right now but I suppose it would be bad form to just wander out of the office. Perhaps if I ask nicely; Croquet will let me go home early today.