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Tuesday, 09 February 2016


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No doorstep conversations to report? Maybe if you timed it judiciously you could end up with a leaflet blitz at your local.

No, Uncle, nobody spoke to me, in fact, I did catch a glimpse of one or two people hiding behind their settees, can't think why!

I feel your pain, dear duffers. On Saturday I went to the post office, dropped off a painting to be framed, 3 shoe shops, one dress shop and then at last for provisions and could hardly move when I got home. I didn't have a nap - not for want of trying - so instead I made a martini!

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