Disclaimer

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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Friday, 7 June 2024

“Subtle sex organs, the name of my autobiography” something I just overheard

I had been using the same Brita filter in my water jug for such a long time the water had stopped going through it at all.  Which probably means it hasn’t been filtering that great in a while.  It has been well over a year, possibly over two.

Fortunately I still had a fresh filter unopened in the cupboard.


Otherwise I am a bit achy from having fetched all my Palladium Books products from the basement (three storeys below).  It was a reminder of how unfit I am.  But I have been meaning to do it for ages, I just had to sort all the lego boxes from my spare room first (they are now all boxed inside each other in my bedroom wardrobe).


And I got back my worst ever HbA1c test, which is not ideal.   I guess I am headed toward awful new meds with awful new side effects.

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