Barcelona is DONE AT LAST.
Yeh, I know, it's only taken me fifty four years.
Steve did the other magaziney thing (thank you, good boy), so Mr. Clatters shouldn't beat me up too much.
Lalala.
Tomorrow I have another driving lesson. Reversing, I think. Bugger that. Is that really a sensible idea, Mr. Driving Instructor? The answer is: no. It is not. Don't be so silly.
Had my last naked lady drawing today. Thank the Lord. I am tremendously bored of her square nipples and natural gingerness.
Green Wing reruns today at 11. I shall be watching. Oh yes I shall. I am overly and worringly excited.
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She doesn't wax and she really should.
I feel somewhat better for having said it, you'll be pleased to know.
You disgust me, Mary de la Rose.
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