A day late with this, thought I'd written it
Last night, but, no, I was playing guitar
Til Louis came home from his selling stint
About ten fifteen, and then I thought, yeah
That's it for the evening, it's time for a
Trip to my bed with 'Bleak House' and that did
Me in, as you'd expect. Well, here we are
Again, a day late diary, time has slid
On by another day, under the lid
Of time's bin goes another one, despite
The illusion that things are the same for
Another day. But as time goes on, best bid
Farewell to yesterday, remembering it
Well - well the best bits - and grab the future
Mainly about yesterday, Mon 7 April
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