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Shite. So after running round like a wingless bluebottle all day attempting to get all the presents in…I get told that next Saturday is just bog standard good old 23rd December….WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME!!?!?!?!?!? I could have done it all then! Fuckers. I’m really really having a bad time with all this festive bollocks
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The Vectra is fixed. Well…its MOT’d. There is still the need for a service. I’m tempted to do it myself (New oil and air filters, new spark plugs etc) but after the bodged job I made of changing the light bulb in the headlamp I’m slightly reluctant. Still it would be cheaper than getting some
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Continuing the weekend Monday involved an early rise and a drive along the M25 and up the M1 to Barnsley. We stopped briefly at a tile shop to chose some tiles for the kitchen. We then returned to our home and our newly plastered kitchen. It looked fantastic. I then took the Vectra for an
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We left the urban sprawl that isn’t Barnsley and headed south along the A1
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My legs feel hollow and ache. I suspect it is the hangovery-gouty-old-hypochondriacal-atypical-day-after feelling. I’m feeling a bit iffy about my post-work Friday ritual too. I should stick to it because I missed out last month having to stay at Lindsey’s. I’m concerned because things don’t seem to anger me as much lately and thus not
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