Had a dream about being in some weird metal frame disk-like structure when a tornado hit; the whole thing got ripped up and was spinning and crashing down the street. I was trying to work out *where* the best place to hold on was so the frame would act like a crash-cage rather than squash me; I was also just holding the fekk on to whatever I could
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The humbugs are slightly intimidating because for some reason my brain equates the tin with a hand grenade. No idea why really. However hobnobs are very useful both for eating and bribery, and liquorice sticks are weirdly addictive.
I should be all right for a little while thank you: I shall steal things from the oast to restock my cupboards =)
I might however need himself to telegram V in the near future depending on how deathly boring painting things is.
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Is it the ring pull on top? Oddly, I wondered if I should remove that before I sent it to you. When Hobnobs or Liquorice sticks run out, I shall send more. But equally, if you need real things, let me know. It was a genuine offer.
Himself was only muttering last night as to whether he should round up V for you while you are at your brothers. To be honest, I think he just wants to poke around Brixton, not that he ever needs an excuse for things.
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