Dear Diary…
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Dear Diary, D6… today I brushed the dog 3 times 3 times 3 times and I’m up to here in it. Bought nice bread for Blue Gecko, Phuket sausage sarnies n stuff and hung some groovy pics on the wall – happy to put you in touch with the groovy-man who supplied both
Day 5: daughter 2 spills coffee on desk. Rant n rave like a stuck banshee. Go to shops with a coffee soaked mask… smells lovely and is a pick up. Got the squits
D2: gorged of pistachio nuts to the point of hallucination – we are all inflatable D3: came down D4: cleansed. Ordered bread from Tom for Blue Gecko. And franks from Spike. Got eaten by mosquito’s, now they are inflatable.
Dear Diary… D2… Haircut on the cards. Daughter One says do it and don’t grow it long again because it looks naff. Beardoff too Barbers shut. Have to wait till Monday if no lockdoom. Would’ve always been 100% The Who’s – Cut My Hair but Methyl Ethel’s Ubu snuck in there on boogie-accountability Time to […]
Dear Diary, it’s day one of the year without turkey since Christmas day. It feels strange but not unbearable.
