February 20, 2009

I rounded the corner whistling away to a tune on the iPod and came face to face with this scene of blunt trauma nastiness. Blasted vandals. Not worth getting upset about it though and as my trangia and ‘room of one’s own’ mug were still intact, I managed to start the whistling again. I ignored [...]
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December 31, 2008

Life dried off a little for December and I managed to get down to the plot quite a few times. The grotty dark nights resulted in a couple of torchlit digging sessions but I also found myself shamed into a day of weeding after passing by on the train and noticing the big blocks off lush [...]
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