Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, March 24, 2001

Croquet? Yes, the Club is back in business for 2001, with our first meeting last night. After which Je and I went out for a bit of a dance. All in all, it explains why I'm currently feeling like my head is stuffed with cotton wool. It was all good fun and the minutes will be up on the website as soon as I decipher everyone's writing.

PS: I danced in a cage. Rah!

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