11 March 2016
Amazingly, I wake up. Amazingly, it is still only the start of the day. In fact, it is early enough for a run round Regent’s Park, which looks beautiful in the thin sunlight and mist. It is possible to forget that beyond the mist, people are still finishing last night’s traffic jams. I eat a big breakfast, because I missed my pudding last night (I calculated it would have arrived well after Somalia). Then I do some vacuum cleaning and fluff-pushing, and sort the laundry, and wave a wet cloth around for a bit, and head home to the Wess Curntry. On the way, I get an email from IPReg telling me it is my turn to pay the practice fees this week. I had not realised you needed to be regulated in order to be the CIPA Pee. I don’t think they are making a very good job of regulating me. Look at all the trouble I’ve caused. I want my money back.
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