Stayed up until 1am watching the Election. Not sure why, guess I'm still interested in politics, interested in the stories and the stats. But only to an extent, then I get bored. Jo and I went to vote in a funny little portakabin somewhere in the far flung outskirts of Ely. I was going to give the Greens a little boost but they didn't have any candidates on offer! So what's a boy to do? I end up giving the Libs my X, hope they enjoy it.
Last night I dreamt about Gavin Self, someone from my childhood. I've not dreamt about him before, at least not that I can remember.
I came across a new word yesterday in a book I was reading but I can't find the sentence now. The word is Bruit and I'm going to bruit it here!
Wine or Tea? Which shall I choose?
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