07 January, 2003
Woke this morning to SNOW, oh joy of joys, not enough to cause complete euphoria but my heart is as glad as an asylum seeker with a benefit cheque. Ran out in my dressing gown (christmas present) to take a picture of my mini, a perfect winter scene. I just hope the snow will stay so that all the burglars footprints can be traced back to their wicked, sick dens of inequity. My brother and his beautiful wife have been done over by the bastards now, when will it end? I think all burglars should have their thumbs cut off, that will stop them writing poetry. "I wandered lonely as a cloud as I forced my entry and stole someone's treasured possesions" Bring back national service.
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