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Huh?! What?? Oh, sorry. I must've dropped off there for a minute or two.
Updating with now resume:
25th Sunday: I got up late. Not so amazingly late that I missed dinner, but greatly more so than I would have once upon a-time (about 20 years ago).
There was indeed tea before sherry, but the sherry followed the present opening ceremony, which is a little unusual for us. I tried several times to send a sms to my sister, all to no avail so I tried ringing her. I left a message on the answering service and haven’t heard anything since. It didn’t help that each attempt to send a text was met with a message of Wrong Number. Terrific, I thought. Other texts were successfully sent and I presume received. If I should have sent one your way, I’m very sorry, I’m really crap at that sort of thing.
A quiet day on the whole, an overcooked goose, some nice wine, crap tv but no arguments. Why can't it be like all the time? Omitting the overcooked anything aspect.
