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Quack quack quack quack
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Rainbow cake finished (and eaten)
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Verdict: not sure, but keen to try more
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Ok, which joyless bastard families childhood?
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Rubbish
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I think we're a way off steak dinners
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The 100m wiggle heats (Erin, Lola, Alex)
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This afternoon we conquered the garden
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Bit hot
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Baby insists that she must be upright at all times. Also, practicing for the coxless pairs.
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A spare hour and now Erin has something to wear to the Olympic themed coffee morning this week. I am now awaiting the knock of the brand police.
Meg Pickard:
Unrealistic expectations
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Apple crumble cookies
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Quilted playmat done
Meg Pickard:
Stop. Please stop.
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Is this a thing that anyone would buy?
Meg Pickard:
Nice sentiment, but for fuck's sake, stop it with the rip-off
Meg Pickard:
This is just a hot mess of fonts and design references.
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Nearly the right font, but this is meaningless. Also, fugly.
Meg Pickard:
*sigh*
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This doesn't even make sense. Someone needs a slap.
Meg Pickard:
Wrong font, wrong design, covered in union flags and bunting, doesn't even make sense: these are the worst examples in the genre I've seen
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Record shop, defunct
Meg Pickard:
I think the missing word here might be "confirmed" (if you know what I mean)...
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What I would like to be doing. Not very well :(
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Found. Or maybe lost.
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Wardrobe malfunction
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This is a strange kind of summer
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Afternoon nap going brilliantly, then.
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Looming
