I am tumble drying all my washing. Even those items that say 'do not tumble dry' in large letters. Actually they're very small letters. I shall blame any shrinkage on my eyesight. This is the height of my dangerous living.
I should be more adventurous. But that involves being brave and I am not brave. Most things in life scare me. Perhaps I was born in the wrong body; somewhere out there is an incredibly brave and intelligent and witty and wise hamster that looks like Jennifer Aniston.
I like to sleep too.
I have to say it; I can deny the truth no longer. I prefer white bread to wholemeal. I know I should prefer wholemeal as it's much better for me but the crusts are so ... brown. That reminds me; I nearly gave Harvey Bran Flakes for breakfast. (Yes, I know you're regular enough already, Harvey) (as if you have to tell me that!) To follow that to its illogical conclusion, I could have ended up eating Harvey's food. (I might be welcome to it but I don't think that's quite the point, Harvs.) Which also reminds me that in thrive the other night Julian suggested that we walk around talking to someone. I was a sad lonely creature so I began talking to the original Harvey, the invisible rabbit. He made as much sense as I did. It's quite comforting to think that he's always there when I need him. Now if I walked around talking aloud to God, people would give me funny looks.
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Harvey was very active on his walk thyis afternoon,weren't you, Harvs? zzzzzzzzzzz. Yes, he was. We walked further than we have done for some time. He was quite indignant when I made him turn back but we had reached a comparatively steep up and down bit and I feared he would get stuck in the middle, I would have to save him and fall on my bum in the mud in the process.
The hamster houseboat has upped anchor and set sail (or whatever houseboats do). I wonder where hamsters go on holiday. This one was obviously after a rural retreat. Not for him the bright lights and nightlife. Perhaps some hamsters like to go to Hamlyns.
Aha, you see, my daring paid off. Dry clothes and not a shrunken t-shirt in sight. I've hidden it well in the bin. Not really. Nothing suffered in spite of the dire warnings. Huh.
I miss my meanders in the wood.
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