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| Popped to the toilets before going out for my dinner. Thankfully there has been a reduction in the amount of 'ringing someone on speaker' activities from next door so could leave at my leisure. There was a dead fly on the floor of the toilets. Not squashed or anything, just dead, and stood on its feet as well. Just beneath the urinal. Reminded me of something I read or heard recently (can't remember where from) about how there's fucking billions of birds hanging about yet you very rarely see a dead one. How come? Surely there mmust be a few that die in mid flight yet you never see it. Can't think of the last time I saw a dead bird, although I'm not sure pigeons count, as I've seen a fair few dead ones of those, mainly from accidents. Remember seeing the blokes down Croydon high street cleaning out the tram tracks with their special devices, many a flattened pigeon they would scrape out. My friend told me how he saw one get folded beneath the wheels once with the crunching sound that followed. A girl in a top that looks like it is made from an old cushion cover. A woman talking to her kid quite loudly about 'is dat the train...is it...is it?'. The child was clearly not of age to properly understand or answer. I looked at the magazines while waiting for a woman in front to fanny on with the cash machine. 'oprahs 3 hour diet' Eh? 'I was seduced while my hubby lay dying' I hate the word hubby. My lead gave me a free lunch bag that M&S were handing out | ||
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