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Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,506
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Senior Member
Join Date: Jun 2011
Posts: 12,506
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Unless I’m looking forward to the week ahead in anticipatory advance, Sunday stops being relaxing/fun after 15.00 and so I can’t tend to bring myself round to do anything other than wallow in pre.-Monday blues misery. That’s when Sundays start to suck and you (or at least I) become painfully-conscious of the fact that the capitalistic society we live in does not allow time for ample rest/leisure. Only a day-and-a-half (Friday evening to early Sunday afternoon) isn’t marred by Monday blues (at least when you look at it from my type of perspective lens) and if you’re someone who’s greeted by nit-picky bosses and co-workers first thing every Monday morning that’ll drive a lot of anxiety.
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At Obe’s Kitchen, it’s lamb-season all-year-round, not just at Easter. I rate that.
Flamingo, Fig and the Fire That Remembers.
London’s shine is vast; Liverpool’s shine is textured.
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