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What gives me a happy right now is the fact that having gone through all that lack of sleep/being REAL fucked at work thing, I've now come home, given the dog her medicine, taken her for a nice walk, checked in here and can now go to bed.
That and the fact that while I was in the pub this morning, a guy came up and said "sorry to bother you, mate, but my girlfriend wanted me to give you this note". And then handed me a hastily-scrawled copy of Charlie Mouse's song from Bagpuss. Which led to a fairly productive conversation about Bagpuss with said couple. Who were both really cool. (Though they looked a little baffled when I arsily proclaimed "You can't make chocolate biscuits from breadcrumbs and butterbeans! Fiddlesticks and flapdoodle!" But then, whadda they expect, being in the pub at 8 in the fucking morning?) |
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