Woke up this morning and fell out of bed (literally). Got up and banged my head on the door. Picked up keys and dropped them on my foot. Went downstairs and found that six of my new baby tropical fish had been eaten up by one of the other bigger ones during the night. Went out to do some shopping and said goodbuy to my partner Laura but in doing so I ended up poking my eye out. Drove the car, did the shopping, got back and my wing mirror fell off. I've only been up around three hours, is anyone else having as much fun or are the hangover's proving too much to bear? Ahh well, it can only get better.
Wingwalker.
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