Sundays are for landing on a mysterious planet. At first, the surface seems barren, a dusty sheet of paper stretching…
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Sundays are for landing on a mysterious planet. At first, the surface seems barren, a dusty sheet of paper stretching…
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Sundays are for getting your 10,000 steps in, apparently. I bring this up specifically because I’ve been crap at exercising…
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Good morning, weekend wanderer of the World Wide Washout. Or if it isn't morning where you are, good afternoon. Or…
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Sundays are for laughing at your sat nav's American voiceover lady when, as you're visiting Northamptonshire for the first time,…
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Sundays are for working out what to do with about 200 apples and 50 pears. The parks round here are…
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