Surely I have better things to do than write to myself? Well, yes of course, but I've already done them.
Much as I love my work, I don't do it 24 hours a day, and with many weeks to go before the start of the trout season, count this as displacement activity. Since I got up at 5.45am to listen to the England v New Zealand cricket I feel as if I've done a day's work anyway, so now I owe myself lunch while I decide on the crack's new editorial policy.
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