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January 7th

Busy Busy Busy.

Did some stuff for a bit which was ok. Did some other stuff for a bit which was also ok. Did even more stuff that was not ok.

What can I tell you about?

Went drone flying which was fun. Didn't lose either the drone or any fingers. Was a result. Felt a bit of a dick standing in the field on my own but hey. What can you do?

Played a bit of Shenmue which is terrible but terrible in a kind of amusing way. I don't think I could play it for a long time but in short bursts it's fine.

Washed the bedding because it was disgusting. Because I don't know where the spare bedding is (for reasons) I had to take it off, wash it, dry it and out it back on all in the same day. I managed. I ain't new to this.

Took some stuff to the charity shop and went looking for long hasp padlocks which you can't get unless they are either MASSIVE or on a combination. They are super rare. Who knew. I can get one on the internet sent from Australia but to be honest I'm not that bothered.

Ate two sausage rolls (again junk food supplied by someone else) some Christmas chocolates and a baked potato with cheese. For some reason we have 900 potatoes. I don't know why but I best get them eaten yes?

Made a dental appointment which was super fun and attempted to find someone to do the roof. I can't so it will have to be the creepy man who is the only one who actually seems to want to do it. I am told I can't have the creepy man because he is creepy.

Now watching the first episode of Waffle the Wonder Dog for the 9th time. This is acceptable because of Jess. That is the only reason.

Our Christmas stuff is STILL out. We still have a Christmas tree in the living room and a Christmas wreath on the door. I am not allowed to move them. If I do move them I will be shot dead.

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