Dear Diary,
This morning on my way to the shop I had a message, t'was McCormick. He's visiting on the morrow. We're gonna get liquored up, smoke some, and jam. It'll be good to see him again, it's been ages since we met. The last time was at a gig in a neighbouring village.
The sun is no stranger today, just as yesterday. Tommorow should be good as well. Yesterday, and indeed the day before, I spied to a lone magpie. Today I saw two...
The lion has wandered off, now all that remains to watch this journal is the bear, and occasionally the eagle soars overhead. (The Brits have stopped following me, all I've left is Russia and America). Adios R. N. OT. MH. et cetera. Not missing sarcasm and cutting remarks on FB or the OU blogosphere, not at all!
Maxy Waxy. xx
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