OK, so its the first of August. I don't see why that should signify a sudden flurry of the written word herein. If you must know, I'm feeling remarkably lazy, and not at all creative. Bye, bye.
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Monday January 19, 1987
Granary Cottage, Bradley Burn Uncle Arnold. Over boiled eggs at 9:30 Mrs Stephenson came to the cottage asking me to phone Dad immediately ...
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