Shit - that bloody Johanna woman has rumbled me.
I was sticking the knife in Murat, as usual, using a bit of poetic licence about him rushing back to Portugal in the middle of a cup of tea, when the bitch called me on it. I've done the usual - ignored her for a bit then changed the subject - but she won't fuck off. It's not fair - my arse is still in tatters after the mauling I got from Tigger.
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