For the past few months we have been making a conscious effort to de-clutter. From amidst the clutter I have found a 'story' I started writing a good few years ago*. I have decided to read it, as if I have nothing better to do with my time. You know it's going to be a cracker of a romantic love sex bonker story by the arrangements for the first date:
I'm babysitting for friends tonight, but I'm sure they won't mind you coming as well. I've got the electoral register for this ward, and some canvass cards, so we can start cutting them up and pasting...
Romantic, eh?
* clearly before "El Pack" (or however it's spelt...!)
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