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March 10th

Woke up to the most pathetic snow in the world which had been rained away 30 mins later.

The weather is grim. It's windy and cold and hailing/raining. Apart from a brief walk to the cow park hid inside all day.

There are 79 Mr Men books (so far) and none of them are the same (so I am told). UPDATE ACTUALLY 80.

Battery on car dead. Charged. Battery on charger dead won't charge. I drive about once every hundred weeks so thats not surprising but still a pain in the arse

Other than that. Bit of Dark Souls bit of Assasins Creed Odesyee (which from now on is ACO due to being impossible to spell for a bear with little brain). Watching the literal clock tick down for The Division 2 to unlock. Then I can have friends (please).

Watched half of BlaKKKKKKKKKKKlansman last night but too tired to stick with it so turned it off half way through. Might watch the end tonight. Might not.

So a perfectly average boring Sunday. I was going to say what food I ate but I am not that boring (I am that boring).

Have craving for an egg and cress sandwich so going to have that tomorrow probs.

Constant noise all day long.

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