The latter part of the year was a mixed bag:
July: I went on a caravan holiday to the Kent coast with my parents.
August: I attended a naked baptism on the south coast and ultimately lost my virginity to Wilf in a boarding house.
September: I embarked on a [literal] dangerous liaison with Mr A in Brussels; I disappeared without trace for weeks, he's still missing.
October: Convalesnce.
November: I tried to return to everyday life by buying more M&S cardigans.
December: Christmas and New Year. I'm currently sitting here with Mrs Bennett, an elderly neigbour. She thinks I'm checking my stocks and shares as I type.
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