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Table for one for Anto the misanthropist.

Just the way he likes.

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Solitary lunch

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Undercover

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Show us your tit

Sad spectacle, that of a cold, stiff tit early in the morning.

Couldn’t stop wondering if a granite headstone isn’t just a touch extravagant for a blue tit though.

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Belly up tit

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Very refreshing it was.
It’s good to peel oneself away from the LCD screen from time to time.
Very refreshing indeed.

Saved another $37.50 on Evian in a bottle

What a great little island we live on.

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Bit of a lunchtime walk

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Breakfast of champions for Mimi, who’s made a decent dent in her stash of M&Ms before Mrs mememe2U and I came downstairs at 9 am.

She won it at her friend Saidhbhe’s birthday party.

Her guess of 109 M&Ms was the closest to the actual 117 total contained in the jar.
No better contestant than a sugary-shite addict to win the jackpot.

The problem is that she is just as accurate when it comes to identifying missing M&Ms from her loot.

She knows just how many Finn and I manage to knick during the only 30 second window of opportunity when she wasn’t jealously keeping an eye on the jar.

Let me tell you, you don’t want to mess with a junkie…

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M&M, elle aime!

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A day when singlets were worn

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comfortably. Outdoors!

That’s it. We are now officially in  a heat wave situation.
Three days in a row.

A pint of stale Guinness with a chewed straw in it at 8.30am outside the Citizens Advice Bureau (if that’s the sort of advice they dispense, I wish I had known earlier… I shall be queuing there as soon as manage to extract myself for the Mistake Factory…) – this has to be the surest sign that we have been hit by a heat wave.

That and the smell of grilled meat emanating from prams.

 

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