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Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Feck it...

I'm not entirely certain whether I'm struck down by SAD or am a naturally miserable old bat.

But then again, what is there to look forward to? More of same until I croak.

Eight delightful hours yesterday humping beer/cider/wine like a fecking donkey.

And when the shelves are stocked, there's a jolly bit of cleaning and mopping floors.  I'm too old for this crap.

Still, only another seven years of it unless I drop dead before then.

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