Saturday, 18 March 2017

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I raced down 3-mile Hill on my way to my mother’s, down to Mosgiel, listening to my mp3 player. It sat in my shirt pocket, vibrating in various languages.

But then I decided that I’d better break my journey at the Taieri Lookout. There, I removed the player and wound up its wire. Stuffed it nice and safe into my shorts’ pocket that closes with Velcro. And then carried on. 

For some reason I missed 3 days in a row listening last thing in the evening. But today I got back on track, with said player together with my Kindle.

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