Road running, trail running, cycling and now by default, or rather by injury, a bit of swimming. Laundry day in Plettenberg Bay. Wake up on a glorious summer day and decide that it is a good day to do the washing. A few hours on the wind is howling and although i am pretty sure the washing is dry i cannot find it anywhere. Still later grumbling to myself with huge raindrops falling on my back while i scrabble around the back garden picking the washing up out of the muddy puddles.

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Gay ships, poetry, and my nonexistent life.