Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Breakfast the Two-Hundred-and-Forty-Seventh

Special K and banana.
I wonder if the lollipop man on my way to work realises that I'm 28-years-old. I don't mind being escorted across -- it's quite handy really -- but I can't help feeling he ought to be using his car stopping powers on more worthy candidates...
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2 comments:

  1. Leah Oberjuerge15 September 2011 at 11:18

    do you get a lollipop as well as an escort?

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  2. Iona17 September 2011 at 00:48

    Just the escort alas. Though I suppose that's no bad thing for my poor tootlepegs

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