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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Thursday, 26 November 2020

Stupid summer. It should always be winter. But never Christmas.

 Tuesday morning, after I had failed to clean my flat much at all and had a overly keen grocery order arrive (I only just managed to get things into my freezer), I had the tenancy liaisons turn up to sit in my lounge and talk to me about the move.

We now have a vague and tentative move date.

The woman who used to annoy me by being cheerfully patronising was back, the unsettlingly attractive dude was with her (I had hoped he had replaced her).

She was cheerful and patronising but mostly just smiled and left the talking to him.  And he was more interesting in talking about my LEGO and gaming console.  So it wasn't bad.

In the evening I went for Nandos with Simon, Joe and Firmin.  We then watched Knives Out as a group and I think I succeeded at not dropping any spoilers.

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