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Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

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Re-joined the 21st Destroyer Flotilla at Sheerness. Immediately took passage to Milford Haven to join the th Escort Group for convoy escort.

But then, I remember I still gotta finish some paperwork. So, I head home, plop down on my couch, and just crash. What a day, right? I’m knackered, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Mendip’s got its quirks, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen!

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