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Such a day of ordinariness. The ordinariness seems to have settled on the land. Briefly in town, it seemed that everyone was quieter than usual. Perhaps I'm going deaf. I am actually; Richard at work leans over to me making some sly comments and chuckles. I chuckled too. What did he say? Perhaps I should learn to lip read.
Right, can't waste any more time; I quite fancy a small fire on. And I'll start going through that box of yacht club memorabilia. Maybe just the tiniest of naps would be in order too. That could be squeezed in. And a cup of tea and a shirt to iron. As I was saying a day of great ordinariness. And then, out the blue, the Lib Dem canvasser called!