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> You know when you’re baking a cake (yes, baking. That’s what people did BT (Before Tescos)) and it fills your kitchen with the lovely aroma of cakey goodness but you can’t take it out of the oven yet because it’s not ready and otherwise it will be ruined? Well that’s what my 4 minute
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>Ok. Maybe I was a bit angry yesterday. Mrs Gnomepants and I did eventually get to go to farm shops as planned. But our trip to the international food store in Wakefield will have to wait now until next month. First port of call was Broad Close Farm Shop in Silkstone. Silkstone is a fairly
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This is the last time I’m making plans for the weekend. What I Planned What actually happened Torchwood version Get up at 9 Got up at 9:30. In a bad mood because Mrs Mop had been pissing everywhere last night (including on my jeans). “Morning! By the way I’m bisexual” Have healthy breakfast Had bacon and
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Apart from a bacon barm (roll/bap/breadcake/teacake/weird American name for small round bread) for my lunch today, I’ve been pleased with my intake of food of late. My Christmas fat has long since been pooed away and once more my jeans are falling down to my crotch. Film wise, well today we added the sound. I’m
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Missis Mop seems to be in relatively good health. Already a timid kitty, the trauma of “being cornered in a room with no hiding places then shoved into a box, driven 5 miles to a brightly lit strangely smelling room where some strange woman shoves a thermometer up her bottom, then having her long claws
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Missis Mop went to the vets tonight. Her cystitis has returned. The vet was very nice though and she was very good for the vet. Missis Mop had a little injection of pain killer/antibiotic and has been purring away like a happy kitten all night. She also has to take some Cystaid and some weird
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