Almost there…
God this is worse than Christmas. Why does it seem like its taking so long to come round? Maybe because I keep writing about it. I realised this morning, as I was pondering at the sight of ever-more-copious nose hair that this time next week I will be standing on the touchline of the Old Boys V Folkestone rugby match, a pint in one hand and a camera in the other, growing more excited as each new face turns up. I never used to like rugby and I can still do without it but this is always different , even if I never care what the score is.
I bought a new coat today in preparation for that unique flavour of autumn chill enjoyed by the good folk of Dover and the surrounding districts.
Anyway, I off out to buy some more batteries. I still don’t think I have enough.
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