Monday

 After work, it is a busy week as many students need to finish an essay so I get last minute questions, at the last minute, which means I tend to miss my bus, or the gym, or both. There's only one bus per hour for where I live... the south of Oxfordshire, the backwaters, said a friend. Ah! It's not that bad. But yes, nothing to do with the sophistication of Oxford.

I don't care, it was cheaper to buy here, the birth place of Alfred the Great, first king of England or what it still called Wessex at the time? Not sure.

Will this be the crappest 50aday I will have written? Perhaps. 

Surely.

Sorry!


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