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I WAS JUST SNIFFED BY THE DOG.

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At international arrivals playing " foreign or British" while I wait

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Using the free WiFi. But via VPN. Like a boss

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Also a working dog was walking through the terminal, never off duty he sniffed every case he passed 🤣

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I'm at Gatwick arrivals. A guy is here nervously pacing, he has a bunch of flowers

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BBC.com: Ladies Lounge: Judge finds Mona's women-only art exhibit is legal.

“It took 30 seconds for the decision to be delivered - 30 seconds to quash the patriarchy,” the artist said in a statement

bbc.com/news/articles/cvglvy6g

5 hours ago
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The Daily Mirror value my privacy, they value it at £1.99 a month. I'm not paying, and not letting them share my info either!

5 hours ago
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long toot, a poem.

Wind.

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
Seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

An appropriate poem by Ted Hughes

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6 hours ago
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Just seen some awful news, so I'm resharing this for all campers. tentsandfestivals.co.uk/2016/1

6 hours ago
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Darling daughter popped in today for a cup of tea and a chat.

Cheese and pickle sandwich for lunch.

Orange juice with bits in

@3goodthings

15 hours ago
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Today's internet rabbit hole I fell into...The Untold Truth Of Mukbang

mashed.com/182485/the-untold-t

1 day ago
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Quick poll. Which are superior... Fish cakes or fish fingers?

1 day ago