I bought some marked-down camembert and it's lovely, but it stinks. It's really not a nice smell at all and I might have to chuck it away.
There's been no footy for a year and I miss it a lot. When it starts again, the terraces will be short of more than a few people. Permanently. It's sad and it's inevitable and it's unfair and it's just how things are.
Here's a prediction: when travel opens up again, the Nantporth Squatters will suddenly sign a ton of players for a ton of cash they've suddenly accessed.
It's so tiresome. And it's going to continue.
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