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Jan 1st

Well Happy New Year.

Last night was, of course, terrible. Doing things just for the sake of doing things. A lone man smoking weed on a bench and blowing the smoke at a child. A dog running round uncontrolled because it's not your job to control your beast.

The long way round for reasons. You can't see anything for trees and what you can see you miss because your phone is more interesting.

There is a queue for banana bread.

So anyhow its done and done and two of the four horrors that take place in winter are over. Two to go. Half way there then a bit of a rest.

Looking out the window nothing has changed. The zombie apocalypse has not arrived but I can see it on the horizon. I had better stock up on beans.

I have to go into the loft later to look for a box. This will either take forever or not. Maybe I will die up there looking and no-one will find my body for a year or so.

My brain is sponge. Stop throwing questions at me. I am too old to answer them. I am too old to do much of anything.

No resolutions to break. What's the point?

Maybe I will learn the bagpipes?

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