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Sometimes I have days when I just can't think of anything at all. Today is one of those days. It's a kind of mid-winter kind of day, with grey clouds and sky and stuff like that not too cold not very warm, mild really. We went to the beach earlier, took the van out for a spin. It was great walking along the sands and the van was running really well, nice and smooth. Then we went to the supermarket which was full of people on their Saturday afternoon shop and we remembered why we don't often go to the supermarket on a Saturday because it is often full to the brim of twats on a Saturday. I know they aren't really all twats. and it is this one simple fact that stops me from running through the supermarket in my underwear shouting “You're all Twats!!“ Because if I did, and someone came up to me and said... “Excuse me, but that's actually quite offensive, I don't like to think of myself as a twat!“
