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Even for a dilettante blogger like me, I find my comments list populated by nameless people selling debt consolidation loans and ways to EZ wealth. And, guess what, even enquiring after the kitchen leak! Strange. But what it more strange is the fact that I did have a kitchen leak last month! Orwellian nightmare?

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Hate to burst your dystopian bubble, but not yet, I think. I have one about the kitchen leak as well. Which also asks how the wife's back pain is. LOL!
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thorswheels said…
MM: Wife's pain? Wives are always a pain!
Kaushik: You make it seem like some pagan ritual!
Tridib said…
Brave man! Are you sure your wife doesn't read this blog? Or else you will not be talking so impersonally about PAIN!
thorswheels said…
Tridib: Will have a laugh this weekend!
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