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What (didn't) happen on Saturday

So it looks like we are not doing this anymore. 
I seem to have just dropped off it and not sure why. That’s me I guess. It’s a Saturday and I would usually do my work report but I don’t even have a memory stick.
Let’s start with a weather update. It’s spring. We are having spring weather. It’s quite sunny and warm and your washing will dry on the line if you put it out there. We still need to have the central heating on though apparently. So my skin keeps falling off and the gas bill that I have to pay keeps going up. Wonderful. Anyhow the weather is ok.
Work is as per terrible. They are doing that thing where they pretend to care and in the background doing things where they obviously don’t. They do this about once a year. In summer we will have the annual cull where they get rid of people for doing things they have been doing all year. It’s just what they do. Anyhow work is rubbish.
So what’s happening now? Just sitting around looking bored. Talking about a works thing that sounds quite good but I can’t go to because they have chosen to do it the week I am on holiday. By on holiday I mean sitting around doing not a great deal waiting to die. 
My desk is not a dumping ground for other people’s stuff. Someone needs to be told this.
By someone I mean you. 
They are talking about body building now. The Crossfit Gym across the road from my house has had to close. They were too noisy. That’s quite sad. I never minded it but what did they expect by putting it in a residential area and playing terrible music really loud. I wonder what will be going in there next ? I can’t wait to find out. Knock it down and put some houses there. That’s what’s going to happen at some point anyhow. 
STOP PRESS : There are ducks in the car park. This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened.
Some game talk. I can contribute to this. I play games. All the games. 
I think I am off the week after Wrestlemania. I might try and watch it. I will have to give up this year when it gets dreadful. I swore I wouldn’t do it again and to do it on my weird diet is going to be awful.
Oh yes. In an attempt to curb the constant agony I am in by having sores all over my body I have tried to change my diet. Please replace the word ALL for MOST in the following. 
I am trying to cut out all dairy and all gluten and stuff like that. I am also trying to stop drinking the millions of gallons of fizzy pop that I have used to replace alcohol. This is not going to be much fuan and not helped at all by the people I am with bringing me massive bags of sweets and cake home all the time. The same people that buy me beer as an easy gift. I am also trying to cut down significantly on sugar and fat. So I eat fish, rice and bananas. Oh and yogurts because they are definitely not dairy are they? Fruit corners?
They are feeding the ducks crisps now. There is no way that can go wrong. 






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