The new football fixtures arrive, a day early. I put them in
the diary but don’t really study them. It all seems eons away.
The 'lucky' thousands head off to Glastonbury although L
does point out how horrible is looks. She says she’s glad we're not there. I does look
terribly muddy, I think we got lucky last year.
Tonight it's Dog training and then a pint in the Masons later which isn’t
dark, of course.
(Wednesday 22nd June)
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