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Number 72.

Wednesday, 29 April 2009

One strange thing about the location of my vocation is that an afternoon can be comprised of the following aspects:

:: going outside and getting completely covered in dandelion debris, so much that you end up looking like a teddy bear

:: watching baby rabbits cross the car park (taking a detour under my car)

:: recieving the food, drink and medicine list for home stockpiling due to the pandemic (Waitrose run tonight then)

:: seeing an army cadet having a driving lesson... in a tank

:: having a stare out with a black cat with three legs in the outside compound (1-0 to Cat)

and now I am having lasagne and listening to George Michael courtesy of Dan.

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