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| Bananas! (One eaten after lunch in the end.) |
Breakfast on the run again.
This evening I arrived at a bar for a quiet drink only to find it distinctly non-quiet and stuffed with hot dogs (or rather people dressed as hot dogs). Like the party-animals we are, my drinking (and also running) partner and I vetoed this and one more bar before beating a hasty retreat for my home, and a bottle of wine.
A half-bottle later, I agreed to do a half-marathon. Then I trotted off to a hot dog free bar, and helped with the last of today's Guardian quick crossword. Oh the hedonism.
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