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DB went out with friends last night and was feeling a trifle delicate this morning, made worse by the fact that he had a 4-hour teaching slot at his dojo starting at 9, followed by a 2 hour driving lesson.
As he was getting up, he got a text to say that the dojo had caught fire. Nothing serious, but they needed to cancel classes this weekend. Then a text from his driving instructor, to say there had been an accident near ours; again nothing serious, but causing a 40 minute delay.
The god of hangovers truly smiles on the unrighteous.
Thing the second - when I first heard that Lily Allen song, Not Fair, I thought the lyrics were quite amusing and the tune catchy. Now, months later, the thing has burrowed into my ear like a worm and I can't stop singing it. I'm going insane and DB is starting to pretend to get paranoid about why I persist in singing, "When we go up to bed, you're no good, it's such a shame...". I am considering singing a few verses of the catchiest song ever, to drive it out of my head.
(Out of respect for the sanity of you all, I'm not linking to that one, but it's a folk song about Misty, Moisty Mornings. I shall say no more).
DB went out with friends last night and was feeling a trifle delicate this morning, made worse by the fact that he had a 4-hour teaching slot at his dojo starting at 9, followed by a 2 hour driving lesson.
As he was getting up, he got a text to say that the dojo had caught fire. Nothing serious, but they needed to cancel classes this weekend. Then a text from his driving instructor, to say there had been an accident near ours; again nothing serious, but causing a 40 minute delay.
The god of hangovers truly smiles on the unrighteous.
Thing the second - when I first heard that Lily Allen song, Not Fair, I thought the lyrics were quite amusing and the tune catchy. Now, months later, the thing has burrowed into my ear like a worm and I can't stop singing it. I'm going insane and DB is starting to pretend to get paranoid about why I persist in singing, "When we go up to bed, you're no good, it's such a shame...". I am considering singing a few verses of the catchiest song ever, to drive it out of my head.
(Out of respect for the sanity of you all, I'm not linking to that one, but it's a folk song about Misty, Moisty Mornings. I shall say no more).
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