Because I was the only man at that first meeting, my precise clearance level seems unresolved
There is a question hanging over my wife’s new book club: am I in it?
My inclusion so far has been accidental. The inaugural meeting was held in our kitchen and, while my wife made it clear she didn’t want me to go anywhere near it, they had some very nice cheese in there. It turned out I had read the book in question, and even though I couldn’t remember much about it, I still had plenty to say.
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