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Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")
Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing...

Or rather, they were roosting in a tree and trying to escape from the gales of Edinburgh. Duncan has managed to wire up an extra router in the flat (it took him 4 hours) so now we have a stronger internet signal in the kitchen. I'm not really sure if it was worth the effort!

Today, revision started.