Friday, 25 April 2008
Normalsky
John woke up miserably a few days ago and said 'When will things be normal in here?' meaning the Campin Car - so I gave him a normal Ruth bollocking, cooked a normal breakfast of german bread and ham, and we normally drove off to a new place we had never been before to where John got out a new phrase book and learnt a new language!
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Yes, you are not alone! I lurk here to see what scrapes you get into. Then I copy and paste the answers to the rest of the Cranfield Contingent who, like you, struggle with bleedin' blogs but are always asking me where you are. I only say, enigmatically, 'They're abroad, you know.'
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