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Date: 14 April 2004 12:10:33
are highly overrated! I spent half an hour percolating in one called "Cafe Latte" and emerged engrained in coffee grinds. I think I'll stick to coffee in a mug if it's all right with you.
Mind you, I could just view it as heralding the start of the summer - season of free exfoliants in the shape of a permanent layer of sand in the bottom of the bath, to say nothing of the abundance of it amongst the washing. If God counts ever grain of sand on the beach, I wonder if he minds that we take so much of it home with us on a regular basis through the summer? Summertime is also the season when we remember to leave twice as early to get anywhere on the Island, and when every trip out is preceded with a mad hat hunt. And when the boot of the car seems to amass its own private rockery. What is it with boys and stones?
My men are currently out in the garden trying to make it look half way presentable. My father is a brave brave man - he has Smudgelet using a pair of secateurs. I think sending Tiddles out of the way to buy fish and chips was probably a good move as the two of them wielding dangerous objects simultaneously is enough to strike terror into the heart of any man. Me, I'm off to visit my counsellor in a minute and then come home and tackle the Wightmeet preparations once more. Why, oh why did I say I'd do this? I must have been mad! Never again, I tell you, never again!