I am beset by work, foul corrupter of free time that it is, and yet I am feeling fine and dandy.
How very very odd.
Could be that the boss has taken the afternoon off, and "she" is still on the loose.
And I get to eat some of Mr S's fine cooking tonight. Even if he is just doing a pie for us (and that is NOT a euphemism) I will be happy. And of course I will snaffle some of his booze. Ahem.
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And we are all off to Glastonbury this weekend.
No we are not starting a tunnel to get into the festival, we are going to see "the sites" as it were.
So there.
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