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Failed in my plan to spend my day off at home, spending no money. Walked up to work to buy a bottle of wine, then down to Bogan Bay to watch people walking their dogs on the sand bar at low tide, splashing around in the shallows. Not as relaxing as a good window seat in a city pub, but through a steadfast refusal to check the time or fret about what I should be doing instead, my cerebrum got a pretty good cleansing anyway.
Ruben friendica
I had a schooner of imported Bishops Finger whilst doing the washing up. It wasn't quite like a pint of Spingo on Flora Day in Helston but I did get to watch the turtle freefall in the pool.
I'm as gullible as the next fellow, but Bishops Finger is just taking the mick. I assume you'd also like me to believe that while the dishes were draining you paused to enjoy a pipe of Bullingdon Rough Shag before wiping up.

You need to get that turtle paying his way and leading water aerobics classes. Bobbing about in a milk crate could replace queuing for coffee among the Broken Hill bourgiosie.
Ruben friendica
Don't worry it was temporary pretension. I'm back on the XXXX Goldie's in my undies and thongs tonight and I skipped the washing up. Instead I sat on the veranda swatting flies.
Ruben friendica
The turtle loves squashed flies, especially if they're still twitching