06:54 – today I am later. A few others have beaten me to it, but this is fine, I am looking a little bit less mental.
Chosen a different position today, not by much though, merely rotated our location by 90 degrees. Dont want to be too radical.
Harry will be annoyed. The chess pieces aren’t “in order”. He is insistent that all the pieces be together, blacks with blacks and whites with whites, I never knew apartheid was part of the rules of chess.
10:55 – “we live in a wonky-wanky world”. A Dian special. This came up whilst discussing the likelihood that the flashing red light in the ceiling of our rooms is a smoke detector or a hidden camera used to secretly film us all for broadcast on a Canarian porn channel. The latter can’t be true however as all Canarian porn channels are gay, they must be as so far I have learned that everything Canarian contains sweetcorn.
11:04 – Shark-Finlay is back, he is reminiscent of a Jehovah’s witness persistently trying to convince the other kids to come see him swim in the big pool with his strapon sharks-fin flotation aid.
14:36 – got lunch earlier today, it was nearly empty in there, the fat sods and their bingo wing sporting wives clearly still haven’t finished digesting their mid-morning chicken nuggets and chips.
On my return, greeted by Harry wanting to relieve himself of the remains of the first decent meal he’s eaten here. 15 putrid minutes of my life that I will never get back. I was beginning to wonder if the sun had set whilst I was in there.
21:58 – finishing the day off nicely with a crying four year old daughter. With thanks to crappy Canarian pavements.
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