A diary of life, alcohol, collies and attempting to keep fit.
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Monday, 22 February 2016
The Modern Equivalent
It’s Monday, which means the car and shopping where the avocados
remain steady at four. There is an obscure request for a feather duster, if these
things still exist, or whatever the modern equivalent is. Actually the modern
equivalent seems to be called a feather brush which doesn’t actually seem very
modern at all.
After work L does Kettlebells and I swim, where naturally it
is packed. My flip-turning back-stroker is in again as is flipper man but
somehow I batter my way through 50 lengths.