Swill and swoosh

It is a bad habit I have.

But so much of my mail looks boring that I can't see the point in opening it. I leave it lying on the table in the hall until I get fed-up and throw it away. I usually open it before chucking just in case it is a bank statement or something I need to keep, but no-one interesting ever writes to me.

Then again I never write to anyone so what can I expect?

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I am force-filling myself full of cranberry juice and barley water (ladies will understand the significance). By late afternoon I will be making swooshing noises as I walk.