I'm probably the only person I know in Sussex that didn't want to see Patti Smith tonight at the De La Warr - so I'm home alone, monging on Facebook and watching the chaos unfold in Egypt on Live TV.
I'm on a computer course tomorrow so I'm having a quiet night. The farmer has cleared the sheep of the big double field so I let Alfie run around at 7am in the most amazing rose red sunrise - and then he refused to come back on the lead.
Good day at work, very tired. Earlier, the woman at the end of my street (who rents her house) opened the door to the postman in her Pyjamas - and shouted
"sorry it took so long, been up all night vomiting - sick everywhere - carpet's rotten with it"
I kept walking.
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