i have bumps on my bumps
this is why i spend my days confused concussed
EVERY door in my house is shorter than i am.
and EVERY day i forget to duck at least once and hit my head on a doorframe, knocking myself to the floor going 'aaaaargh $&%^$£@!*&^??!!!!!'
my head didn't used to be this shape.
had some meetings up town
then kicked about waiting for che and miranda to finish work.
in shoreditch, we thought we saw harry borden stopped at lights, on a bike, in front of us.
i blew horn several times but the cyclist didn't turn round.
so i stuck my head out the perou-mobile window and screamed 'HARRY'
che said, 'harry wears red socks when he plays football'
and this guy was wearing red socks so i felt justified in continuing to shout 'HARRY' VERY loudly until everyone nearby, including the cyclist who was not harry, had turned round.
3hrs of traffic hell followed
and now we're all back at farm for the weekend.
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