On the bike and, for once, it’s actually sunny.
There’s no word about the drudgery of tennis tonight which
probably means my opponent is on holiday again. He won't be happy about that.
The eclectic one returns home with new glasses, camping gas,
wrinkle cream and beer festival tickets. Almost everything an eclectic girl could need. Then she proposes nipping out for a
pint promptly forgetting she’s got a run at stupid o'clock.
Damn, I was getting
all excited there for a minute but it’s probably just Bass withdrawal symptoms.
(Thursday 14th July)
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