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The fluffballs I posted yesterday are now a little flotilla. These swans have been here for years.

I may not have been born yesterday but these adorable little fluffballs were.

I'm currently bored waiting for a specialist eye scan. The other specialist clinic is for eating disorders. So I guess this is a see food clinic.

We've just been told that all internal video meetings are required to have Gemini taking notes. "The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely."

I'm getting old. There's a guy in the pub. Probably thirties. Bearded. Arran jumper and jeans. With his baby. Being a good dad. Caring. Puke rag over his shoulder. How absolutely adorable. And his jeans are saggin' He looks like he's shit his pants. Damn. My son is that age. Pass me the shovel.

I'm a little concerned about the stained glass windows in the pub/hotel I'm in. Nah, I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

Now this I approve of. Since we all have a phone in our pocket now why not a pocket library? And people don't wee in them like they did when they contained a phone.

Why are people following me? I don't understand. I'm not the Messiah. I'm a very naughty, naughty boy.

OMFG. The toaster is broked. And when I'm deeply in despair my wife tells me we have an emergency toaster in the cupboard. I don't think you entirely understand how much I love that woman.

We call this OAP bingo. Medications for the week nicely sorted if you don't recognise it.