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Nov. 12th, 2006 09:21 amIt's a cold and rainy grey morning of the sort that, if I lived in a picturesque place like, say, James Herriott's Yorkshire, would be called raw. Since I don't live in a place like that, it's just ordinary November weather but I still don't like it any more than people living in picturesque places do. To cheer myself up, I was going to make pancakes for breakfast. Now, breakfast at my house, at least in the winter, is scheduled for after I get up and fix the fire.
( I'm going to go on at length (big surprise, I know) about the mundane details of my life. )
( I'm going to go on at length (big surprise, I know) about the mundane details of my life. )