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National Poetry Month Day 6National Poetry Month day 7National Poetry Month Day 8 I accidentally ten books, most of them hardcovers.
EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED WHILE MOVING HOUSE AMIRITE.
Other than that, Southsea excellent. I got to see an astoundingly bad museum, which is always fun, and sat around in a series of pubs with Nny having loud tipsy agreements about our own awesomeness. Also there were chips, and Charlie Brooker, and Sherlock Holmes, and now I really, really need someone to come and rub ibuprofen gel into my knee because it has gone sideways too many times.