Dear Christ and all his goblins, how I despise mornings. Especially wintery mornings, when the idea of leaving one’s cozy little bed is insupportable. Having to drag myself into consciousness at ten to eight every day is a hideous task, for which I do not feel I am justly rewarded. Also, is there anything worse than attempting to have a shower in a
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Sundays, surely, begin with the Hollyoaks omnibus and segue neatly into the afternoon? This is the way God created the world...
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Is shep p. OK with you? When do you fancy doing the sausage casserole repast?
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Ooh, what if Waitrose don't do crap pink sausages...?
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