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Thursday 12 July 2012

The Ketchup Is Off Limits

At least my phone is working again now. I think. My Father keeps texting me the same message over and over again, so perhaps he’s still having problems.

Apparently some woman’s boyfriend squirted her with brown sauce because she refused to stop reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’.

Sadly we’re all out of brown sauce here and L has made it clear her ketchup is off limits, so Henderson’s Relish it is then. Seriously though, who the hell takes someone to court for squirting sauce at them? I think they should both stop bothering other people with their own inadequacies.

A pub lunch and then more dog training tonight, outdoors... I needed the pint to fortify myself against the expected rain, which actually manages to hold off.

Then home to give Daughter another lesson in internet banking. During which she disappears for a few minutes to find the paper work and leaves me listening to Africa by Toto. I can’t believe she has her own hold music.

(Thursday 12th July)

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