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Saturday, 23 July 2016

In which One is drifting aimlessly...

Oh woe is One, for One must begin work at 3.30 and cease at 8.00pm, thereby fecking up both ends of the day.
One appears to be required only at the arse end of each day, literally, and One is not joyous.

One has lost touch with One's chums, got all miserable and doesn't even know what day it is.

What to do?
What indeed?

If only someone would purchase the Underground Lair, freeing up One to settle all accounts and take to the highways in a life of sublime freedom.

One could live quite happily in a van with perhaps a cat or an Admiral as companion.

One is adrift on a bleak and lonesome ocean at present with no hope of a lifebelt being cast toward One.

Anyway, even if some passing cove chucked a life jacket to One it probably wouldn't fit.

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