As previously reported, the words came back to me on Friday night – which is weird. Normally Friday night’s exist in the calendar of my life as the day when words escape me. Maybe my subconcious has made it’s own new year’s resolution.

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Saturday. I thought about putting the bike on the back of the car and Park & Riding into Oxford in the search for pheasant and smart trousers. I found both, and the latest Madonna album, reasonably priced in HMV. I did not, however, put the bike on the back of the car. It was a bit too cold and wet for that kind of silliness!

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Following on from Oxford, I ventured further south to Abingdon, and swimming followed by Waitrose. 🙂 This time, I got back to 40 lengths in 50 minutes. I got a stitch briefly after 10 lengths, but was fine after that. Must work on those pre-swim exercises I guess. The heady mix of water and chlorine had it’s usual effect at reviving the Writers’ Toxins into my brain, and I came out with my head filled with new ideas…

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It hardly seems possible, but today has been cold and wetter. I put off a trip to the new Ikea in Milton Keynes and instead went to Homebase and bought myself a Hoe and some new work gloves and attacked the front garden. The 2003 Christmas Tree finally met it’s end – of all of them it’s been the most unhappiest. Hopefully with my hoe in hand now I will be able to keep the rampant ground elder under control.

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This afternoon I retreated to the the armchair to read the new look The Observer, watch Enterprise and now listen to Caroline telling Sid and Jolene that she intends to sell The Bull in The Archers…

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Oh, and Happy Birthday Jody! 🙂

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