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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.

(Monday 22nd February)

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