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Mmmm, 28 Days Later, hours of scary Brit low-fi zombie pleasure (well, 2 anyway....)
I'm about, in episodic bursts, but making chickenesque soup with all the wrong ingredients from the back of the kitchen cupboards (for when Ganesh gets in - he is also at work on the weekend) and I'm supposed to be emptying the boxes which contain all our earthly treasures and finding a home for each one. But I'm buggered after three days up north of packing, packing and packing, then cleaning and flitting down the motorway. Am now slumped in a heap here.
The contents of a three bedroom Edinburgh flat just will not be squeezed into a one bedroom central London flat. I did manage to retune the video but I'm fucked if I can work out how to tune in the tele.
Well, better go stir my soup and get the living room tidy, at least, before my Lord and Master returns. Happy Sunday night, Bear. |
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