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Another low profile day, but mentally I am already climbing aboard the flight to Guernsey I am taking on Thursday. Looking forward to Richard and Jane's wedding. Some work to do so forced to biff a trip to London. Finished in the afternoon, and wandered in Brighton looking in shops. Later I completed the first draft of the Skelton in Guernsey short story.

Football this evening. Listening to Radio 5 to hear Chelsea get beaten again by Manchester United in the European Cup. Chelsea having been replaced by malfunctioning clones, while their £50m striker the unfortunate Fernando Torres has now been on the pitch for 693 minutes without scoring. Some texting from Anton. Brighton however have been promoted, and are on the up. Football is futile struggling one of the distractions of what Buddhists call Saṃsāra, the ghastly hell of suffering that is this world.

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