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reasons to be cheerful…
I post, for a change, from the warmth and comfort of my bed. Well the current one, anyway. This particular bed (the 5th one I’ve graced in the last ten days – sacre bleu!) is in my specially arranged weekend-off-for-Frightfest* digs and roughly ten minutes walk from London Bridge; alternatively, five minutes if you believe Laterooms, half an hour if…
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home (which was nice) and away…
So finally an ordinary(ish) week; peace, tranquillity and charming punters aplenty arriving from far and wide. Well, the Midlands, South Yorkshire and the Dales, anyway (wherever that is; being one of those parts of the country not easily accessible to non-drivers, I can only speculate). To the gentleman who appeared bearing not only my very favourite M&S iced buns but…
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sluts, soup & the land of the vague…
Well it seems a long stretch since I padlocked the largest of my (many, and in various states of disrepair) suitcases and headed for the capital, but that’s possibly because it is – sorry! Two weeks ago this afternoon I was marching down Piccadilly with fellow sluts (more here from the Huffington Post, and I’m actually in the picture below…