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04.02.2006 – Saturday 4 February – Hot, Wet & Not Quite Criminal
- • Bronwen was away, so I had a rather non-eventful morning, sleeping in and overheating, as it was ridiculously hot.
- • I went to town and bought the world’s cheapest ironing board and iron.
- • Bronwen and I walked to the South Bank peeing pool for a swim. It was surprisingly full, considering the time was coming on midnight. On the way back, we walked past the local charity bin to see if there were any good gleanings. Unfortunately, the police turned up and were rather curious to know whom we be, and what be we doing. We had a quarter-hour long chat with them, over the legalities of taking things abandoned at, but not within, a charity bin. It seems it’s not actually illegal, but it could be contrary to all parties’ intentions, or in other words, there’s nothing the police are going to do if we take things, but they’re not going to condone it either.