I want a castle, or to be more precise, a chateau. After returning from Normandy I am quite adamant that the French life is for me. Coca Lite, bargain brie, cool clouded skies, rich expresso, hyper super super markets, history within stones, red wine, horse heads over a fence, strong hayfever remedies, ghostly sunny beaches, a jammy crepe, cider with real apples, a ricola sweet, time to turn pages...
I got back to London and opened a freshly graffitied door. Silver scrawl. Not remotely inspired.
But a BT Home Hub is comforting. Normal posting will resume after the sparodic service of recent.
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