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Tuesday, 3 March 2015

In which One must walk...

The dreaded walk is upon One. Postponed from the weekend by the Duchess' s doings, the A of the F appears hellbent on perambulating One hither and thither.
One attempted to weigh him down with a hefty pie, last evening, followed by a handful of cake with ice cream.
It was, as stated, a portion in the size of a handful as the only way the banana bastard, chocolate muffsters could be prized from the tin was by brute force and fingernail.
You never see that smug sort, Mary bleedin' Berry with her muffins hanging over the edge of the tin, do you, Dear Reader?
And to add insult to injury, the A of the F said they looked like one of ICI's ideas in action.
Anyway, must biff. Hills to climb. Admirals to assault.

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