This soggy Sunday afternoon finds me in contemplative mood. My current thoughts are as follows: there are few things, I would say, more lovely than a cup of tea after a good run on a filthy day.
Tell you what I thought was just perfect today Bunbury, the orange quarters we could help ourselves to after today's r*ce. The the chocolate muffins and cup of tea. I gave the pasties in boxes marked "seconds" a miss though!
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'There's nothing as overrated as a bad f**k, nor anything as underrated as a good s**t.'
Sadly, the name of this philosopher is lost to posterity, but since we're in contemplative mood, I suggest we turn our thoughts to this assertion....
...can't say I argue with it.