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Sunday, 15 March 2015

In which One is going shopping...

We are still dans le chambre de coucher and it's approaching eleven thirty.
'I woke up feeling a bit arsey' said the A of the F, apropos of nothing.
One was abruptly awoken from a dream in which One was enquiring of Elton John exactly what he was doing in our bath. Now I'll never know for sure.
A walk in the biting air would buck us up I'm fairly certain, but here we are again: me writing this nonsense and he playing backgammon against the pooter.
'Happy Mothers Day' Came the greeting from two retail emporiums, via email.
All is strangely silent on the 'Boy' front, however.
So, there you have it, Dear Reader, One is, as we speak, a reluctant rambler, cast aside in favour of a computer game and just to put the tin hat on it, an ignored Mother.
Sod the lot of them, One is going shopping.

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