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Out at lunchtime to get a leaky valve sorted on the front tyre. If only heart surgery were that quick and cheap I'd book myself in for some replacements just to be on the safe side. Then home for what I'd like to call gardening, but high level maintenance is is a more accurate description.

A late tea as Russell arrived home in preparation for an early flight to Barcelona on Friday morning. A stag do apparently. Seems you just can't go out and get pissed in the local pub any more. These days it requires a journey of hundreds of miles so you can sit in a bar and get pissed.