22nd January, 2019.
Yes: I was definitely feeling grotty, this morning.
Frankly? Too much cooking oil, last night … ?
All day, now I think of it.
All day, now I think of it.
Triggered my IBS.
I really should I’m not a seventeen year old — with a seventeen year old’s cast iron stomach — any more!
Thankfully … ?
Thankfully, I managed to stay in, all day: I really didn’t want to go too far away from the toilet.
Equally, thankfully?
I had an old friend over, picking up some backed up files …
Who turned up with some really good home made bread.
That made for some great old-fashioned doorstop toast, with Marmite …
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At any rate … ?
At any rate, I’ve been in, all day.
Thinking I’ve movies in storage I’d like to see.
And thinking … that I’d never actually seen Timothy Dalton’s second outing as James Bond.
The menacingly named Licence To Kill.
What did I end up doing?
Watching The Living Daylights!
Fancy a mix up, any one … ?
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