Disaster narrowly averted. I lay awake all night berating myself for being so stupid. How could I. Telling J she was the Brow wiper for my Olympic team would have led to all out fisty cuffs. I woke up this morning and had a brainwave. She will of course be the Brow wiper team leader, the camp mother of the brow wipers. How’s that for meeting the moment!! (no editor required at this rodeo)
Someone somewhere seems to shouting stop digging…no idea who, no idea why, so hum de ho who cares…? Roll on the Olympics, that’s what I say.
008 15-03-25
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