Everyone in the house was a bit hungover today. Bonnie decided to drive the Wean, the dog and me out to Buxton. Derbyshire is an amazing county, it was her late husband's favourite. Pretty impressive. Sat in park, dog ran around, the Wean fetched us some coffee. Wrote some impressions in a notebook. If I'm ever going to write anything I've got to become observant. Oh dear, I better make some effort with my coursework. But my poor head is not up to it. Someone stop me from drinking too much red wine every Saturday night.
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- 2006-10-08 @ 17:22:30
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- 2006-10-08 @ 22:31:20
Yes, bit too groggy to write anything much today.
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- 2006-10-08 @ 17:31:24
Oh dear, i've told you before about using too much vino as a sleeping draft
T'old you about the thick head lol.-
- 2006-10-08 @ 22:31:54
I've learnt the error of my ways.
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- 2006-10-08 @ 22:39:38
Jolly good, you can tell us in great observational detail, all about that now.

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- 2006-10-08 @ 22:42:02
Ooh, I can't. I've got to finish reading some rubbish about Hamlet, then go to bed. Horlicks for me from now on.
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- 2006-10-09 @ 11:21:48
The bit you can't do is the element that will probably be the making of you.

menhir
Och, you can write about being hungover; that's as much observational as any scenery except this is the human dynamic condition variety!