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Hey there Captain Stoatie!
I'm curled up on the bed, a breeze floating through the blinds - just finished a project, had a cranberry or two, rode home and then spent a couple of hours talking to the wonderful Mrs The Ball, so feeling very very happy and in love. Which is nice as last night I was plagued by horrible dreams, and unsual moment of being woken up by someone shouting outside, seeing two men run off silently, and the police arrive before being unable to get back to sleep from active brain syndrome.
I'm planning a trip to the cinema with a nephew next week - should I treat his seven year heart to Charlie & Choc factory or Fantastic Four? |
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