It's Lewis Carroll's Birthday:
It's Rabbit Hole Day
Instead of the normal life and work, write about a strange new world.
Woken at dawn by birds under the bed. OMG! They must've escaped from the wallpaper again. Blue tits are very pretty on upholstery but their droppings still stink. I ate an orange and a thread of yogurt for breakfast. Stuffed.
Was in the car before the babas woke. John stuck his head out the window and howled like a maniac as I drove off. (He should've opened it first.) Must be in one of his moods. I'll get him a bottle of wine, that'll do the trick. He's been a bit teary since he lost his figure..."you can't be fifty forever I say". Does he listen? Not at all, unless I dress up as Doctor Phil. (Must dry clean the toupee.)
The factory was dull as ditch water, we're packing country men today...for some reason they've become popular in eastern Europe. They're not great at sticking to the diet; we had to unpack two because they weighed over the limit. This means they'll be hanging around comparing tan lines for another few days. They're very excited, goddess love them, 3 and 9 were giggling all morning. Smearing gunge on their faces. The make-up runs and smudges during transportation but do they listen?
If I hear - "Do you think she'll like me?" one more time....
If I hear - "Do you think she'll like me?" one more time....
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