Good morning peeps
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I woke up on 7.2, after a washing line on the trace last night, so DP included. No worries, all in range. An extra unit in the brekkie bolus. Big deal.
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I was woken at some uncivilised hour (8.15) by an automatic phone call from ParcelForce, who told me my parcel arrives today. That’s my replacement sensor which I phoned about on Monday, so for the second time Abbot’s 5-7 working days delivery time becomes 4. The phone call was otherwise incomprehensible, telling me what the tracking number was instead of enunciating the digits, it was read as a number, “Three million....”

Not that I care. When I was a lad, it was always “Allow 28 days for delivery” when you ordered your X- Ray Specs from a comic.
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It’s a cloudy day here, with heavy rain predicted this evening, so it doesn’t matter. Not that I need to go out, so it’s a choice between killing dragons in Skyrim or villains in The Witcher 3. Life turns on such choices
That’s after I’ve depressed myself reading the papers, of course.
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Have a good day, everyone
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