Day 29th of the month of September... CONTINUED

Dear Diary farm, tonight we enjoyed a selection of fine drinks. Including Amarettooooo, stella, cider, and one other firey stick of joy. This really lightened the mood, as we consumed the magical firey stick of joy after a tiresome game of rounders/cricket (in the dark, at 1am).

The room, all so hazy... the mind, all so clear. Thanks for joining me with my thought of the day.


FLASHBACK

3 Hours Earlier in the flat 163.

We had a lovely conversation in the kitchen earlier today, so I thought it important to share the news.

Thorougoods. You may have heard of it by passing folk on the pavement. You may even have been inside a Thorougoods store recently. Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. We are now proud to announce, that we have discovered a flaw, a fault, a damn shambles within this established corner shop naming itself 'Thorougoods'. Thats right... ITS NOT SPELT CORRECTLY!
I believe the correct manner of speaking this written word is this; 'Thoroughgoods'. Although, we did come to the all important conclusion that spelt correctly, 'Thoroughgoods' looks weird, and like people wouldn't know how to pronounce it. So, on this occasion we may let this establishment off, otherwise it would be speed dial 1 to Watch Dog's number!


What an amazing discovery, now I'll get back to the latest news...

Well, Since Sam Wrote on this blog, he went to bed, and he missed the most utterly amazing viral video of ALL TIME! Myself and Dan recorded a video of ourselves on my phone, and well, lets just say its catchy. Check it out in a following blog post (Above). I hope to see everyone doing it very soon!

After that, we made more tea, created a tea song for children, to encourage them to drink more tea like good little boys and girls. So that went well, This also, will be posted on a blog somewhere above this one.

Currently, as I type these very words that you read before you now at this very moment in time, well, Daniel William Jones is asleep behind me. Sam Griffin Holden is now dreaming of all the new places he has visited without even knowing it (see facebook... Facebook raped). And I am still typing... still... still... now I've stopped.dot.

Love and Kisses,
Stephen