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Extracts from the plague diary of Mark ne-Francois-Pepys
April 5th
Lords day.
Up after saving about 15 lives from Corona by laying long in bed, Hartley-Brewer did make breakfast of Bucks Fizz and Peperami that with Queen’s Speech today, it is resembling of Christmas.
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April 5th
Lords day.
Up after saving about 15 lives from Corona by laying long in bed, Hartley-Brewer did make breakfast of Bucks Fizz and Peperami that with Queen’s Speech today, it is resembling of Christmas.
1/8
Much discourse of forager Corbyn& #39;s being replaced as official-leader-of-the-opposition-to-a-thriving-economy by social netwanker Keir Starmer, and how the world turns. I do remember Corbyn in charge like it was yesterday, but at least this development hath finally answered
2/8
2/8
the question as to how Starmer employs the 11 months he’s not Santa at the Willows Shopping Centre. Got through three books today, which was a lot of colouring, then to a google hangout with Edwina Currie and Stephen Crabbe working on my
3/8
3/8
internationally recognised home-schooling diploma, the Union-Jaccalaureate. Pleased to note Edwina thriving, which she attributes to plentiful Nesquick and Zoom dance workouts with Nadine Dorries, Andrea Leadsom and James Cleverly aka Pandemic’s People and
4/8
4/8
Crabbe& #39;s obedience to the John Lockedown has been such, that he is now qualified to lead classes on Empiricism, but that I did voice concerns that his crabitat hath lost a significant amount of floor space to polystyrene cartons, Fosters cans and pizza box ashtrays
5/8
5/8
ere restrictions began, and that by broadcasting lessons about the British Empire from a bedsit without curtains we might undermine notions that the sun never set on it.
Mightily vexed, and having drunk of a can of Coors Lite and being something of a one pint Rambo,
6/8
Mightily vexed, and having drunk of a can of Coors Lite and being something of a one pint Rambo,
6/8
he threw his tin at the screen, told me I was a poor man’s Nick Knowles and hung up. By and by I finished my lesson plan on why the soldiers of the 1914 Christmas truce should have all been court-martialed and sat down to festive dinner of Turkey Twizzlers, Chips and Beans,
7/8
7/8
and celebrated the birth of first patriot Jesus Christ VC by watching Zulu with a mug of gravy, and did lastly switch to watch her Majesty encouraging us to be like her, but in flats and terraced houses, not a palace. Caramac. Bed.
