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Monday, 16 December 2013

The Unspeakable



L is now asking me for the unspeakable for Christmas. A book. I shall play as hard to get as possible.

She says I didn't play that hard to get when she was asking for boots. I remind her that Santa has not yet delivered those boots. Very presumptuous of her.

Dogging survives a 6pm pitch inspection but clearly only just, as we slip and slide around the course until it becomes so dangerous everyone just stops fuddles instead. Is that the correct word? People have brought chocolates. Well everyone has brought chocolates except me. Yet everyone who has brought chocolates are on diets. So why do they do it or is it just to fatten me up. 

(Monday 16th December)

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