I do need to get my pronunciation right.
And there I was thinking today was Biggus Dickus day…
Anyway, some whacks have been given & I got soaked by the kids.
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What’s happened to everyone today.
Out at 6.30am to walk the dog…nobody,
Sat in the garden in the sunshine and read this afternoon…nobody else was out in their gardens.
Not a cloud or plane in the sky…checked the “Live Flight Tracker” a total of 5 aircraft over the UK mid-afternoon Bank Holiday Monday.
Still a little excitement expected tomorrow…got an email saying the dog food will be arriving. Thinking of starting a sweepstake to predict the time of arrival.
Its too bloody cold outside.
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Day 692 , well it feels like it. To keep my spirits up I am researching poison, untraceable poison…
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Wuss. 
It’s like Tumbleweed everywhere.
I guess the Aliens paid the Hedge Fund krew & have been beaming people out of their homes overnight.
10.30am
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Nearly identical to my vote… 10.30pm
Dont worry too much, no one will be able to investigate it😉
10.31am
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After an interminable afternoon marooned indoors by Thunderstorms & worse, family bingeing some Polish shit on my telly box, I finally poured myself a pint of Bloody Mary spicy (for the Vitamin content obv) and LotR episode 2.
Suitably supported by a LIDL special pack of Ultra spicey Chilli ridged potato chips.
Ah this is the life…
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BORED
I am even looking for to tomorrow to give me something to do
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Feeling the pain 6 fvcking hours of Polish romcom in the only room with decent wifi
Eventually had to dig out an old Suduko book and an eraser & redo some old puzzles…
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Only one thing left to do phil.
Start writing that novel.
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I did that with my Ryder Cup blog, then forgot to renew the hosting service 
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FFS.
It’s been 23C last week. Today, planting veggies day…
Its fvcking snowing! And of course I shifted all my winter gear to the attic last Thursday 
Bollox
Sofa day again then
The secret diary of Paul Taylor, aged 45 1/24th
We will be host to a new human being today. The amusingly named boyfriend of my youngest daughter is moving in for the “foreseeable”. As a young man on a pub management apprenticeship, his work dried up quicker than most and he has spent the past three weeks cooped up with his much younger siblings.
This will be the first time they’ve seen each other since the lockdown started, so in a way, I am impressed that this has only come up now. The youngest’s boyf lives just across town.
The eldest’s boyf is a different story. He’s still down in ripe London, but nevertheless, he is well. He’d probably be up here as well. except he’s scared of getting collared by the filth at Euston.
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They will rutting like stoats - you are not going to get a wink of sleep.
Next year this thread will be entitled
“The secret diary of a Grandpa Pap aged 46…”
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Fuck it. I probably haven’t got that long left on Earth anyway. They may as well get busy; get the next generation of vicarious immortality out.