I got up this morning and immediately thought that it seemed too windy to jump from an aeroplane at 10,000ft. Small Brother and M labelled my worries as ridiculous - just like they did yesterday when I was dubious about launching Oomoo into the seriously frothing brine. I was vindicated by a call from the sky-diving company, who said (what a surprise) it was too windy! So it was another day of cleaning more louvres in the back room and painting the frames a rustproof aluminium:
…and it’s quite hard to type with a furry fuzzy moth sitting uncomfortably close to the [backspace] key:
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