This morning the fella I love set off on his regular trip to Glastonbury and I won’t see him till Monday, although it could be Thursday by the time he starts to see straight and form words and Friday by the time he gets rid of the smell.
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I hope he's packed his waders and the Ray Mears handbook...
Oh it takes me back, wish I was going.
His text messages reckon that "mud is good"... not that he's got much choice!
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