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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

They are going away, she's been upstairs packing since she got in from work and is now running around cleaning and dusting as if her life depended on it. Even barking at the hoover has failed to cheer me up today. So it definitely is Stalag 49 for me in the morning by the looks of it. They don't even have WiFi for Christ's sake. Think Butlins but without any glass in the windows and a large incontinent yet amorous Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Bruno for a cellmate and you are about there. Pooh count: only 3, think I've got constipation at the very thought of what lies in store, the tight bastards.

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