Up at dawns crack, escort ally to the orthodontist @ Hartington road. Think she tells us off. I am too scared to say anything, terrible scared of dentists. Shook up we repair to asda for a few bits and refreshment. I purchase a sausage barm for ally after an eternity oggling it, I give in and purchase one. It was a mistake revolting in extremis. Thwn home, speak to me old mate jk whose having belly trouble. Then off to nurses via craig the pharmacist. Then up to borders with my daughter. Croque monsieur pannini. The daily mail is the free paper in starbucks what a load of cack. I am amused however at their slating of the audi TT, having two friends who drive them. Apparently its a which magazine report about reliabiity. Kim and David take note.
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