Everything going well at the LRI By eck is she complaining though, about everything! Significance can wait, she needs to moan so let her. She is doing well and her griping is great to hear as to me it means she isn't worrying about her condition. Then home to a subdued house, a few reflections on life through the glass that holds my lager at the top of the garden. It fixes nothing but helps sometimes to put things into perspective.
Life is frighteningly short, get on with fulfilling your dreams when you can.
Love my Dad who just mutters swear words down the phone to me but still remembers to say he loves us all. GBY Dad, you deserve it.
And here's a photo to show for it, my empty glass.
Worse for wear? Me! "oh yeah"
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