August 14th lunchbox
Have been on a retreat on the advice of blogiatrist. He suggested that I was overdosing on YouTube and should reconnect with the bloggersphere.
I was paying £50 a hour [nearly $100 US] ... but the food and air were good.
There were only a few of us there. One was a hedge fund manager from the Cayman Islands who said he had left his wife for Twitter.
Another was a young woman called Candy from Kansas... I have no idea why she was there as she didn't speak for the whole two weeks, at a former monastery in deepest Devon.
There was even talk towards the end of a crash course in Cornish, but by then I had run out of cash.
Torrential rain here in South Wales most of this week. I remember as a kid in the 1970s we hardly had any rain in August.
But I have been walking to work; arriving very wet, but in the grand scheme of things just fine.
I have taken a few lunch boxes too.
Random Thought:
Dear Mr Phelps,
Can we have a chat? You see a few years ago I sold off the UK's gold reserves at what in hindsight was a very silly price at the bottom of the market.
Ps I also need swimming lessons as I feel as if I'm drowning.
Yours Sincerely
G Brown
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