Wednesday 10:57 p.m.
I went up to the allotment today and meditated in this position for an hour. Then I dug over the brassica patch, and now I am completely knackered. But sober and straight. Hoping not to be so much of the latter tomorrow.
In India, according to the Times, The Consortium of Pub-Going, Loose and Forward Women will be sending the basturn Hindu radicals pink knickers on Valentine's Day in response to the said basturns beating up women who go to the pub. In 1969 they wouldn't serve women in the bar of the Men's Union at Edinburgh University. Someone I knew invaded the bar, stood up on a table and demanded a drink, and got chucked out. How times change!
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I'm working on my husband to get my greenhouse built.
It is on the list, sadly his list is miles long and only gets longer.
Marie: I'm afraid if I had a greenhouse, I'd be bound to get arrested! Hotboy
Great colours in that picture. Did you take it yourself?
Albert? Yes, I did. But I didn't colour it in! It was a most beautiful afternoon. Hotboy
It might help to know what was in the censored comments? Perhaps one can guess : "I coloured it in myself with the aid of soapbar."
Albert? The comments weren't censored. You broke the bloggy by sticking on yon photie of the gloves. Then it started putting in the comments in triplicate. Bloggyitis! Hotboy
It's never about you, is it? It's always someone else's fault. You've got the opposite affliction to me - I don't know which is worse but at least it's balanced.
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