Dear Mr Apple,
I love your ipods. In fact I've just bought my third. What I don't love is the fact that I now have to transfer all my songs from my external hard drive into my itunes. AND IT IS GOING TO TAKE ME AGES. Forget that rubbish about for ever being the amount of time it would take for a bird to move all the grains of sand from one beach to another. For ever is just about how long it will take me to upload my music library to my latest gismo. Well, I suppose it will give me something to do in the evenings now the nights have closed in.
Here is a totally non-related list of things I keep doing that I wish I wouldn't:
Sitting on the seats by the heater on the 214 to Liverpool Street.
Having jacket potato with tuna mayo for lunch - it really repeats on me.
Overestimating how long it will take me to walk to yoga – I always seem to get there about 20 minutes early.
Forgetting to take my moisturiser out with me – my face is like a turtle's at the moment.
Saying 'Bugger' all the time.
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