Last night the Ladyfriend and I had one of those Thai Dinner take-a-way bags from Tesco, it was very, very nice......trouble is, I couldn't help wondering if the chicken I was chomping was one of those water filled, steroid pumped breasts from Holland. Read the bit about curry Not pleasant.
The sky was alive with stars last night, I was waggling my telescope around in the back garden but couldn't see a bloody thing. I don't understand telescopes, you can see more with the naked eye.
This weekend my handsome big brother is coming down to Eastbourne to tamper with the electrics in the kitchen, it looks like Sarajevo at the moment, but I am sure, with his supervision it will be transformed into something wonderful. It's quite an uphill struggle but it's men like Brunel and my big brother that this country could do with a few more of.
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