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I slipped and slid on the stairs. Can feel bruises developing at top of arse. Ow.

Posted letters. Had to knock on window to get someone to open the door.

I'm thinking of just going back to bed, even though I only got up a few hours ago.

The whisky paternal unit likes is Talisker, as he just came in and pointed out he'd just finished a bottle and it's his birthday in a couple of months. Thought he was bringing me a drink, but no.

Could just put CDs on and pretend. something.