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My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess Normal,

This is another harbourside view for you, taken as me, Cazza & LB left The Crab Shack after dinner and cocktails.

We took a walk along by the water's edge, then cut back into town where we caught a taxi home and then put "Die Hard 2" on the telly. This is also acceptable Christmas viewing, but to go on from there to "Die Hard With A Vengeance" is just MADNESS. We won't be doing that.

But I'm sure you don't care so much about that; what you will all be waiting to hear about is LB and her poo-mission. Well, Mission: Accomplished.

"Oh my god, it won't go away!" announced LB. "I've been flushing and flushing. That bastard sank like a stone."

Panic stations. There are three of us in this house. All with bumholes. We cannot operate without at least one working toilet between us.

"Oh well, at least it was at your guy's place," mused LB. "It would have been stressful anywhere else."

I recommended something with strong chemicals to dissolve the poo. We deployed the Toilet Duck while LB texted her sister, "Have... blocked... Cazza's... toilet... send..."

There was a PING a minute later. "I'm not bloody surprised. That's a five day's worth of Cheezels poo," read LB.

But the Toilet Duck did its work. We can all relax again. And LB said she feels SO much better, she has been skipping around the place like a baby goat. 

Still. 

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CHEEZELS!

S.