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Nothing to say whatsoever.
My laptop has not magically mended itself in its case in the hall. If I can't trick or bribe or flatter someone into taking it for me, or possibly I could just ask them, I shall have to take it out into the world myself and find a person. I am mostly preferring the first plan. But one of these things has to happen. I'm not-writing like an absolutely trooper.
Prince Philip's tact. That's undeniably a good one.
My knuckles are drying out. My lips are faintly scurvy-ish. I think the frost is pretty, but it's breaking me a bit. Possibly that's the central heating. There are mince pies in the bread bin. That's good. I have nothing to say whatsoever. Have you noticed?
Prince Philip's tact. That's undeniably a good one.
My knuckles are drying out. My lips are faintly scurvy-ish. I think the frost is pretty, but it's breaking me a bit. Possibly that's the central heating. There are mince pies in the bread bin. That's good. I have nothing to say whatsoever. Have you noticed?