Yeah, but they'd only worry, and I'm having a good time over at the BHF at the minute. The broken leg was neighbour's cat; the wank was at BHF, but now all seems to be mostly going away; the crisps with meat in are walkers sensations chicken flavour which have actual powdered chicken in. SOMEBODY seems to have infected me with vegetarianism to the extent that the thought of it made me feel ill. Friend with death in the family was James, and it wasn't an unexpected one; he's more worried about how Seamus (his son) will deal with it. Ian being a twunt was about the moeny thing again, and the house getting broken into was just odd. When we came back from sorting out the PDSA for the neighbour's cat the front door was open, and as I went to check upstairs somebody ran out from the cellar. Nothing appears to have been taken, though.
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Date: 2007-Jul-10, Tuesday 21:23 (UTC)