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Since we've no place to go 2004-11-18 | 9:16 p.m. Well I certainly didn't see that coming. Since Michael Fish got the sack/retired/went on a cruise for the rest of his live long days I haven't been paying much attention to the weather forecasts, but I have two words: IT'S SNOWING! My ugly garden has been transformed into a mini winter wonderland and all the furniture bits and bobs beautiful snow-covered ornaments. Although this did mean my walk home from uni wasn't entirely pleasant. And when I say not 'entirely pleasant' I mean that my arms became two icicles, my jeans drenched to the knee and my feet not really feet but more two foot-shaped ice lollies. Anyway, yay. I also got the essay I handed in Monday back. 67 per cent baby! I am very pleased. I'm now going to go retrieve the vodka, lime and lemonade beverage I have waiting for me downstairs. This hasn't been a bad day at all. |
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