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Sunday 8th July 2001
I woke up at about 10am with a splitting headache, so I drank a few gallons of water, took some Ibuprofen and wandered back to bed. I woke up again at about midday and lolloped around, had a phone call from Alastair (who's coming to France at the end of September), did some tidying, ate some food and did very little. Sainsbury's for food. My late breakfast (4pm) was accompanied with very camp ST:TNG and some other bits and bobs on Sky One. I didn't manage to read as much of the Observer as I'd hope (I'm so bad at buying papers and using them to mop up exploded washing machines) but I did have some coffee - which is half of a Sunday after all. Texting back and forth with the younger of last night's teenagers. We're going out for dinner and drinking tomorrow night. Should be good fun. Well, it better had, actually, if he's diverting me from Star Trek. God that's sad. Watched Kevin and Perry Go Large on ONrequest and followed that with Is Harry on the Boat? which was good but not quite as good as the trails had made out. Still - it did have a topless Will Mellor, which is always nice. Finally knocked out a few proposals and put them in envelopes ready to be posted off tomorrow. Very exciting! PJ mailed to say he'll come and visit me in France. There's guaranteed sex then. Rah! Roger's come out of the woodwork again. | |||
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