Little Bit Chuffed!

Snot block

Today I got a message from someone who really inspires me to be a better person, and it has thoroughly made my day.

That message has now gotten me away from writing in the third person because doing so makes me sound like an even bigger tosser than I am.

As I sit here with a warm, fuzzy feeling, it was also a nice reminder that I should tell people how they’ve made my life better.

Cold, bleak, dark and windy, with not much else nice about the day, I’ll brighten it up a bit more with a snot block, which as far as I know, is only obtainable in Japan at Punk Doily.

What reminded me of the snot block was the mouthwateringly delicious fumoto egg sand sangers at Takao Mountain House.

And I was inspired to think of that because of the message that came to me.

There’s so much more I could write. And I will one day.

Thank you. Even more inspiration.

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