Another sunny dry day and another day in shorts – the daily mantra for this particular July. The appearance of what would appear to be a new batch of basal-cell carcinoma on my face gets me down. I lock it away in the back of my mind. That’s better. The washing machine is on – shirts. And by shirts I mean t-shirts; I very rarely wear shirts. My cappuccino is good; very good in fact. I feel better already.
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