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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘A very large horse with a very wide bottom’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I’m a feather-powered Ferrari’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘What the flip flop?’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I am traumatised, severely traumatised… and may not recover’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘My life was very nearly ended this week by an idiotic motorist’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Trying to hang on to my feathers and my pride’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I’d forgotten 24/7 means 24/7’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘The karma bus has come round and firmly run her over’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Do you need me to write this in braille?’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Operation “Prove Darwin Wrong” was recommenced’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I’m sleeping with one eye open’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘My field sounds like mother – prone to over exaggeration and a tad high-maintenance’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘It’s been a really bad week’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Featherism is still so rife’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Waiting for mother to get her leg over is like waiting for rain in the Sahara’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I know. I am a hero. You don’t need to tell me’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘In terms of bounce per ounce, I have a lot of ounces…’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: Working to achieve my black belt in the art of ‘spin and sod off’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: I fear the bin lorry might favour a munch on a feathered fancy -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘She’s my mother and if anyone is going to deck her it’s me’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I went from thinking she was actually quite normal to realising she is a ‘horsewoman’’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘I behaved like a fat fighter on a chocolate promise’ -
Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘We have gone from synchronised swimming to prancing on ice’
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Hovis’ Friday diary: ‘Forget the Ark – I need a chuffing submarine’
