On the longest day, Bungle the cat sat in a trug for a good chunk of the morning. Meanwhile I fixed up our daft little water feature with an added dash of pebbles. Other things happened too but they're not recorded here.
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
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