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Face, bovvered. Whatever (will be).
I wonder if Doris Day ever knew (or indeed cared) that a whole generation of British kids grew up knowing this:
It doesn't help that I don't know the original very well - I can't get more than a couple of lines in without lapsing into, "will it be mushrooms..?" Although it may be even worse now - thanks to an ISIHAC episode I was listening to the other day, I can't see myself getting beyond, "here's what she said to me," without going into "son, you'll be a bachelor boy." !!!
Today was quite a busy day. Enjoyable, but busy. Sarah and I started stirring about 8:30am, although we ended up not leaving until 10:00am. Sarah was…
Woke up feeling utterly bleurgh. Went back to sleep again. Didn’t really stir properly until about 10:00am, except to text John and ask for it as an…
...I had the day off work, and although it wasn't as productive as I'd hoped, it wasn't unpleasant. I made some Bagpuss Userpics, and organised some…