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Last night I dreamt I got the wrong bus home. I ended up going to Huddersfield over the mountains. Of course it had snowed and the road ended up being closed. Thankfully someone on the bus had a mobile phone ringtone that sounded like my alarm clock so my journey was cut short. Behold! My…
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David Griffiths once used to chase me round the playground threatening to put me in a casserole. It fair gave me nightmares. Twenty eight years later I got a casserole from Father Christmas. It is a cast iron casserole and lately my kitchen has been filled with the delightful odour of cooking. So far I…
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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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