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Sunday 9th December 2007
Mohammad
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It's almost like an episode from "Quantum Leap". I wake up, and I'm several floors up in some kind of office building, only this floor seems to be some kind service/maintenance room. I'm in a room filled with copper pipes, dials, machines and all sorts. It all seems a bit mid-20th century, somehow. Me and my companion are afraid to move, not least until we've worked out what we're supposed to be doing here, and what risks we face, etc. There's a C-shape glass partition separating our section from some kind of kitchen area to our left, which is fortunately unoccupied. To the far left, there's a wall made up of floor-to-ceilings windows and a view of more similar buildings. I stand up and check out some of the machines. The units on all of the dials are unfamiliar. I'm expecting celsius, Fahrenheit, pascals (and their abbreviations) and such like but none of it makes any sense. Just then, some other workers enter the kitchen area, acknowledge us, and carry on about their business. I figure we're okay after all. Then it ends, and we enter another world . . .
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Feeding the water
     
We had lunch over at the Mill Inn in (or near) Glasson Dock. Then we went for a brief walk along the canal, hoping to feed the ducks some bread. There were no ducks, despite A****** shouting, "DUCK! DUCK!" over and over. The lack of ducks did upset A****** a little bit, so we let him throw the bread to the water instead. It's not really quite the same, but A****** didn't seem to mind.
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