I woke up feeling like P Daddy. I went to the hairdressers, hoping for a 'bowlster' (it's what my compadres and i call a bowl cut) .Whereas, I ended up with a gaping hole in my face. I wrote a firm letter of complaint to the head office, this took up the majority of my morning - time well spent. I bought a new WHSmith's folder to categorize my stamps and spent the afternoon observing and admiring them. On the whole (in my face, hahahahahaha) I feel that I deserve a new lease of life. Tune in next post to hear about my job hunt! Hazzar!
Declan
xoxo
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