The loo seat fitted, the fixings were perfect and I felt celebratory at my magnificent handiness. I danced round the village uttering little hoorays of joy at a task well done. Unfortunately, nobody else seemed the least bit interested in my brilliance so, feeling dejected, I drank a bottle of wine with some friends then sobered up at Al's birthday bash where a horrible lad stole my cigarettes. He didn't steal the packet but took about ten and put them in his pocket when he thought I wasn't looking. I made him apologise although I never want to smoke again so I let him keep his pickings. Actually, that was about the nicest thing that happened to me all evening. Oh I remember kidnapping Julie from her flat and taking her to the party and saving Atlanta from the horrible cigarette thief. Then I went to bed feeling lonely and slightly angry.
When I woke up this morning it was sunny o'er the sea which always puts me in a good frame of mind. I felt much happier and, after testing out the loo seat (still perfect), I drove back to London listening to the Lighthouse Family and felt lifted ... lifted ... la la la.
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