After the post-Swedish backpack unloading I now have a washing-machine on tranquilizers. Good thing about a heatwave though - all crusty clothes now decrusted, dried and packed again ready for the travelling one to go and spend a week with his woman in Devon. His beard is ginger. I thought both parents had to have ginger heredity to breed ginger. Have to have a word with Mrs T when she gets in. He looks like a cross between Fidel Castro and a Smurff.
Not looking forward to today because the edited text of a book I wrote earlier this year has come back and I need to go through it and check the corrections/alterations. What if I don't like it anymore? I am not a completer/finisher. I will want to improve it.
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