Looking fine, number 9. Looking fly, curly strideby.
Peak: you know those afternoons when you're FORCED to be lazy? Like, it's against your control? Bliss. It rained - cats and dogs style - so we pushed the two sofas either side of the coffee table, got two teas, two duvets and watched Notting Hill horizontally. Never gets old that film. One word: whoopsiedaisies. Three more words: Horse and Hound.
Pit: I burst my ear drum about four years ago, and every now and then I wake up with a really sore inner ear. And I've run out of ear drops. It always reminds me of that meme "when I get a blocked nose I fully sit and think about the times when my nose wasn't blocked and how I took it for granted". Same.
So day 348: don't Hugh just love a lazy day? I never take it for Grant-ed (sorry)