And closer comes the spring. Robbed of an hour's kip, 1 am became 2. I was up for the hand over and efficiently changed most of the clocks, at least those which still work ocassionally. What seemed like a good idea on Friday, the abandonment of J's lesson, didn't seem so bright today as I had to make good the hour lost, although today was a much more positive affair. Afterwards she sent a text intended for her mum to me, saying that the lesson had been fantastic. Cheering to hear. Picke up Dan from his late night. Turns out his diet of junk food (Popcorn, Doritos, Pizza, Kebab, more Pizza, Cookies) and caffeine laden fizzy drinks had prevented any sleep at all. God he's huge, but still a biy at heart, at least for a little while longer.
Elections in Zimbabwe. Could this be the end of Mugabe? If it is will the next oneup beany better? We won't get fooled again. Or will we?
I get the bunny cage completed,and get the bunny installed. Please God shit in every corner may be athing of the past. Interestingly the rodent has shown himself to hold a literary bent, as he has chewed his way through Steinbeck's "Grapes of Wrath"
Bemoaningthe state of the hovel reawkens a familiar argument. H says she'll be away soon (in another house with Emsy) and I don't hold back from letting her hear me mutter "Thank God"
Sophie leaps to her defence, Ems weighs up which side her bread is buttered before taking sides and the whole thing goes straight over Dan's head.
Happy families.
An exec jet crashes into house near Biggin Hill. Scary stuff, a house totally destroyed. Onlookers saw the terrified faces of the passengers as their doom approached. Nasty stuff.
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