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Day 191

I couldn't beat them. But I also couldn't join them. So in an attempt to make ourselves less jealous about T, on it's final night, Gavin and I bought some pear cider, unwrapped the plastic cups, (and I donned my wellies) and had our own "T in the Livingroom". It was quite enjoyable, apart from the poor TV reception we are suffering from. Infact, the drinking on a Sunday night after work was a good end to the week, to the extent that after discussion ,we've decided to make it a regular thing. Summer Sunday Drinks.

And I didn't cry tonight.