I keep forgetting that going tramping with
madshutterbug isn’t always ragtops and windiness. Bloke woke me up at the arse-crack of before dawn to go to the airport for the goony bird.
We got into the hotel no worries, though a bit late to have tea with Fat Fred & Skippy. So instead
madshutterbug ordered some nice Italian thing with cheese and veal and cheese. Toddled off
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