Friday, 7 February 2014
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Dog wakes me up at 1am being sick. I sort as Wife sleeps on.
Dog wakes up at 2.30am. I sort...
Give up on sleeping to fumble for glasses - because you can't stare, if you can't see. Wife moans I've woken her.
So now downstairs wondering where did the wild nights of youth go?
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