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I am rather pleased that these recent troubles are over. As much as I appreciated the extra security around the building to keep out the festering... I mean, pestering hordes, it did make it terribly trying to conduct one's normal business. However, I persevered and have joined a local rowing club. A man must have a hobby if he is going to avoid becoming a despotic lunatic (the Mandarin really ought to have taken note, he might have avoided his grisly fate) and I have had reason of late, since Mr DeWitt doesn't row, to reintroduce myself to the sport I took up at University.
In fact I was so utterly pleased on my way home today, that I found myself singing the rowing song we used to use despite it being entirely the wrong month for the lyrics.
Glorious April weather,
Southerly blows the breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
And we'll all swing together,
Our bodies between our knees.
We shall all swing together,
Our bodies between our knees.
In fact I was so utterly pleased on my way home today, that I found myself singing the rowing song we used to use despite it being entirely the wrong month for the lyrics.
Southerly blows the breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
And we'll all swing together,
Our bodies between our knees.
We shall all swing together,
Our bodies between our knees.