Wednesday, March 28, 2012

what a beautiful day

I'd liked to write about its spectacular beauty, but I'm suddenly hit with the sleepy stick and I think I'll go to bed. Am also feeling spectacularly unwritey at the moment.

But what a day.

On another note, RIP sweet Munch the gerbil. We'll miss you, and I'm so glad you were only sick one day and didn't need any expensive veterinary care. Olivia made her a toilet roll coffin with 'beloved' written on it in black paint, in letters that I would happily turn into my personal font if I could. If I got awarded the same favour, I'd be happy, I must admit.

Anyway. Yawn. I'm feeling very happy about the idea of bed. No work tonight. Beeeeeed. 

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