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Thursday, 10 April 2008

Another wasted travelcard

Another hour and a half selling my soul for the filthy lucre. Another job interview which despite all the smiles on his face I probably wont get a look in.
If you know your naff architecture then here is where I sat drinking coffee and writing up a woodland Survey report for Roger before the interview;


Here endeth another busy day spent drinking tins of MacEwans on the train home. At least I stayed awake to see some of the football and good old TV replayed the goal that I slept through due to Merlot poisoning.

I'm off out to see if I can secure a lease on a field nearby for dog walking! TTFN.

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