The last few weeks have definitely been jinxed. I'm not superstitious, cross my heart and hope to die, so I don't know how it happened. Maybe a previously disadvantaged cat crossed my path or something, but I'm obviously under the curse of the gypsy, meaning I'll probably get run over by a caravan sometime soon. Why am I being punished? I admit I haven't been suitably grateful for all the public holidays we've had recently. It's hard to wake up enthusiastic about not going to work when I'm unem-fucken-ployed again, so commemorating Workers' Day on the 1st of May was a bit dubious. I remember my old man singing his version of "The Red Flag". I'm pretty sure he didn't make it up, but he did yell it with gusto; more or less like this:
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