Hugh Fearnly-Whittingstall (spell check is confused by this and so am I) is doing something yummy with a rabbit on telly and I'm still resentful of the fact that the hotel's restaurant was closed for a private function this evening, so we had to traipse across to McDonald's yet again for supper. Hugh is eating tasty potted rabbit. I had a crispy chicken wrap followed by a Mc Flurry. It's not fair. I want some real food, now!
Oh well, homelessness is due to end tomorrow morning when I finally take over our quarter....
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