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| The DLR trundles past the Olympic park |
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| Early doors working in Loughton |
Day 249
Regretting a late night and the wine. Dragging sorry arse through the working day. The reluctant office worker feeling out of sorts.
Five days of making like a commuter and working 9-5 editing banal copy have had a toxic effect. Being seated for about eight hours, with only walks to the station and around the Essex commuter town of Loughton have left me feeling pasty and bloated. How do people do this for 40-odd weeks a year? TFIF.
Time to get back on track. Sleep. Prepare for life. Prepare for the Southern Cross Country in FArthing Downs.
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