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whit stable
caught the train back to london.
and drove back past greenwich, calling at 'johnny rocket's' place.
over-ran the parking ticket by an hour (engrossed in scheming) and remarkably did NOT get a ticket.
back to the farm for half an hour before heading out again with maximum and z, to les and nicola's in whitstable for a deener party (how grown up we are).
had a happy night and met some friendly people...but mrs.perou says i talk about myself too much.
i hate to think this is true but i already know it is.
how uncool.
truly.
home by 1.30am knackered and with delerious, sleep deprived children.