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    Somehow i forgot to speak of Saturday in the latest weekly. We rose early and headed out on the Thames Clipper. I'd cooked and packed us creamy pesto chicken pasta for lunch, and we had ham and crackers and goats cheese with sliced cucumbers for our snack. It was a lovely, enriching kind of day with cold breaths and a record store and plenty of walk. The crackers we ate on the boat, and we became chummy with a dog named Ozzie. He was the first one on the boat, we were right behind him. And when we left, there he was, right in front of us again. We managed to shed him at the power station. I don't know what to say about the day, really, but it was one of those perfect little days that shouldn't be let unrecorded. On the way home on the train we drank the tuscan red from the bottle like a couple of no good drunks. Then we watched the Italian Job so Zonker would know how to drive in Italy. That's it, really. We never ended up eating the lunch so it turned out to be dinner.