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We leave Guy in the street waiting for builders to come and fix his wobbly wall. Then we wobble around Bristol centre a bit before zooming on out to the airport. Sandra feeling a little queasy from the Kia Venga and its hard bouncy drive. Nothing to do with my driving, clearly.
Two hour delay gives us plenty of time to harvest gifts for the girls and browse in bookshops.
I listen to a bit of ya Tolle, liked this:
"There is an inner dimension of consciouness that is available to us here and now...the inner realm of spaciousnees or stillness. Where the mind subsides and you know yourself as an 'I am' precence. That is your true identity. And once you know your true identitiy in the backroung of your daily life then you can deal with the foreground of your life in a much better way."
​True dat. As you know dear reader i like to delve into something when it catches my interest: music, certain stories, poetry books, fold-up bikes, yoga, jiu jitsu... The list goes on and on. 
Back in Genarp, twins are collected and pizza is purloined. Hanna likes kebab pizza so we get one of those. The wee girls were VERY happy that we both came to collect them.
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