Chucking out hopelessly ill-fitting clothes.
I also came across this shocker, probably from the early 90s
I don’t think I can even blame substance abuse etc.
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Sloooow morning;
Coffee (natch), ‘nother coffee. Then another.
Cut Narelle’s hair - I’m still alive.
Narelle cuts my hair.
2 minutes later another coffee.
Drive into Watlington to get Sunday papers.
Another coffee.
Light charcoal for rolled pork shoulder.
Source some new (to me) curtains from local notice board.
Post midday;
G&T as the sun is up.
Grate potatoes
Bake a terrine that’s been under pressure in the fridge overnight.
Sit in hammock until pork is ready.
Eat
Drink wine
Snooze…
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I’m impressed you could snooze after all that coffee. The drugs don’t work, clearly 
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VB
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I’m convinced that caffeine is a con 
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Did you play tunes ?
VB
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I had one like that. The very first time I wore it I destroyed it with a single drop of squid-ink pasta sauce. The result was so dramatic I did think about continuing to wear it.
VB
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Hopelessly ill-fitting tie? 
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Cutting hedges. It appears to be a ‘Flying Ant’ day, constantly brushing the little fuckers off.
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A fuck ton of them here too.
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Did you miss the word “also” ?
Having an extremely nice lunch and an ale, with my Dad at the Bay View Inn, Widemouth Bay, followed by a walk and a chilly dip at Northcott Mouth, afterwards. Followed by a sublime snooze.
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That door is on the piss.
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So is the lawn.
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where is is that stu ?
I would like to take my daughter as she has just read the diary,
I’d suggest going early evening as you’ll have it basically to yourself
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Defo
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You were not wrong
Job interview later this evening. Obviously I have already started planning the hifi I will buy if by some miracle I do get it, because priorities.
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