I'm not going to fill in today's entry because it's now more than a week after June 18, and I'll be damned if you expect me, a mere human being when all's said and done, to attempt to remember what I actually did on that distant day.
Oh, I've just remembered. It is the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo, and it's also two years to the day since I burst the fly on my trousers in the Fleece. June Bottomley will receive her safety pin in due course, although I doubt very much whether she'll appreciate it. I don't care anyway.
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