Everyone you meet is dancing in the street Friday

disgusting! if anyone ever called me fella I'd lean into violence
 
I'm first on the list, which is the number one thing you want to hear at 8am in day surgery.
 
I'm so hungry. How cruel to have the smell of fresh baked goods as I entered. All I can think about is butter croissants.
 
Paid my allotment dues yesterday and I haven't had any contact about picking up my keys. Starting to worry the old man who showed me around just pretends to manage it to solicit money from well meaning strangers so he can keep himself topped up with pints of MILD
 

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