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Dulltown, UK: Today's slice of toast is the one with Charles Darwin's face appearing in the browning.
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Yes, after all this lockdown business, avoiding busy places, and crowds of humans, I have tentatively started going into cafés again. Happily, the hubbub is pretty similar to what it used to be - now -good - got my pot of green tea, and a cake - where's my little notebook and pen?...
'Choose between, London, ninety-nine, and small box'?
'Book, just this side of the end, just to show her face'!
'It's the 'ouse he's buying in fucking Colchester'!
'Never, ever, came back - like wooden bricks.'
'Whoo! Jean folded at nine-o-clock, hungry.'
'Yeah, yeah, he's a nightmare child - so...'
'Thankful wires, and a lot of noisy boys.'
'They call it "pummel in back" comfort.'
'Vital, but disqualified, but brand new'!
'Cup some more tumble, Maureen'?
'Me? I'm carrying the brine again'?
'A whopper folk! It's mammals!...'
'Barry, it's candle-tone, exactly'!
'Srainin' again, Peter. Look!...'
'Wexter? Wexter?...'
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