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What a lot of weather

It's a little bit windy here at the moment.

I wandered up the road earlier to get some lunch. The wind was so strong that it actually took a hell of a lot of effort to walk against it, my legs were actually feeling fatigued afterwards, and the wind was kicking up so much dust that it hurt my eyes.

The house is probably going to be very bloody cold tonight, and I'm glad I brought the washing in this morning before going to work.

I've got a Chiropractor appointment this evening, though that shouldn't be too bad. A walk with the wind to the Tram stop, then across the wind to the actual office, then tram back home, so no walking against the wind required.

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paradigmshifty
Apr. 2nd, 2008 04:58 am (UTC)
Bloody mimes!

:-)
travisjhall
Apr. 2nd, 2008 05:40 am (UTC)

That reminds me, I've got a bunch of your fluffy socks and such in my washing basket.

halloranelder
Apr. 2nd, 2008 06:43 am (UTC)
No you don't. :)

When I grabbed the washing off the line this morning, there was some of your socks there as well. I went upstairs to drop them on your bed (thoroughly guarded by Una the Attack Cat) and saw your basket with some of my stuff in it, so I swapped them over.
gothtigger
Apr. 2nd, 2008 08:39 am (UTC)
Good grief - and I thought I had it bad taking three hours to get home tonight .....
paradigmshifty
Apr. 2nd, 2008 10:32 am (UTC)
So you've had a socks change?
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