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Ho Hum...
Cape Town - been raining, sun shining, wind blowing. Red meat consumed (fillet steak £4.50 kg from butcher), wine drunk - ridiculous stupidly cheap (less than Coke FFS). Cholesterol check when I get back...
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Just returned from another interminable day at the care home.
I'm really not cut out for talking nonsense seemingly at random.
Though we (I) saw what might have been a red kite, a pair of geese flying high, shedloads of my favourite jackdaws, a pair of magpies, lots of seagulls, and a lot of sparrows.
It rained, the sun shone, obviously there'd been hail overnight since one of the rainwater drains was blocked with it, windy, and a rainbow.
That was the highlight of the day.
Since the tv was on, we (I) watched some stuff, one where the King of Kings got himself nailed to a bit of tree, another prog where Tim Rice was subject to cruel torture by having lots of non entities sing at him for an hour and a half, followed by an interesting prog about the descendants of 3 women from the 1830s.
From the sound of it, getting transported to Tasmania was the best option, since your grandchildren ended up as judges and prime ministers, seemingly at random.
Oz, on the other hand, wasn't so successful, and the poor sods who didn't get transported to the land of opportunity are still living in the East End.
Home again, with chocolate in both ovoid and non-ovoid form
Family gathering was fun. My brother's wife was only called by his ex-wife's name once, which is about as good as we ever manage. It's his fault for marrying women with very similar, but definitely different, first names. At least this time it wasn't me that did it
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