On my way into work this morning, I was reflecting on the fact that I felt rather too full and that maybe I should be careful to eat a little less cerial at breakfast.
By the time I had got to Victoria, the over-fullness (ahem) had gone and all was well.
A little over two and a half hours further down the line and I am bloody ravenous. Is there no happy medium?
By the time I had got to Victoria, the over-fullness (ahem) had gone and all was well.
A little over two and a half hours further down the line and I am bloody ravenous. Is there no happy medium?
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Date: 2008-11-07 01:47 pm (UTC)While I probably don't want to know, I am an insanely curious person, so do you mean your train had a loo on it, one good burp and all was better, or you threw up on a tramp?
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Date: 2008-11-07 02:12 pm (UTC)I was 'ahem'-ing the use of 'over fullness' which I am not sure is English.
Throwing up on a tramp would have been more interesting and less noticeable.
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Date: 2008-11-07 02:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-07 02:44 pm (UTC)Madame Arcati
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Date: 2008-11-07 03:03 pm (UTC)Thank you I can stop resisting the urge now
Date: 2008-11-07 06:10 pm (UTC)Re: Thank you I can stop resisting the urge now
Date: 2008-11-07 09:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-07 10:10 pm (UTC)