It's 7.10pm. I've had two glasses of champagne. There is fresh Tasmanian crayfish on the table. And I need to write my freaking blog, when there has been nothing to shit me all day. I've had a fabulous day with lovely people, managing to avoid any mention of the word Christmas while still enjoying lots of good food, wine and company. And still the blog screen is calling. That shits me.
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