Platonic Vomit.

With a day spent mostly looking at Dartmoor for the best part of an hour because the Sat Nav in the car broke and we had no idea how to get back to Plymouth from Exeter (it fixed itself once we took the SD card out, blew on it then turned the car back off and on again) most of my evening has been spent discussing language and the pleasing sentences or phrases we’re able to construct with it. It was decided that whilst “platonic vomit” may be one of the most disgusting rhyming phrases we could come up with, it remains a rather nice one to say, to go with “Porcini tortellini” from Masterchef the other night. 

Don’t you dare judge me on how I choose to spend my days off. Don’t you dare. 

So...what do you think?

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