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Not long now. Days away… Fortunately there is little left to do in Chez Gnomepants. The sister-in-law kindly offered to wrap and buy the remainder of the presents and even the local post mistress offered to stick the 60 odd stamps I finally got round to buying, on the cards, we finally got around to…
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Will you pop in to Mrs Owen’s for some tea? – Why duntcha bob ovver t’Mrs Owens? Walk down the alley – Wark dun ginnel Please close the gate – Shut thar snikket
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First off. Big thank yous go to the absolute star fj_warren for her mystery parcel which was waiting for me on my return from work this evening. I shall wait until Christmas before I open it though.
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Are you alright? – Yo raaate? At the junction turn right – At junkshun turn raaaate The answer I gave was right – A wus fuckin raaaate European Court of Human Rights – Europe kert of uman raaaates The priest gave Colin the last rites – thu parson giv wor Colun the las Raaates
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Translating Previous post Friday night I couldnt be
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Shite. So after running round like a wingless bluebottle all day attempting to get all the presents in…I get told that next Saturday is just bog standard good old 23rd December….WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME!!?!?!?!?!? I could have done it all then! Fuckers. I’m really really having a bad time with all this festive bollocks…
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The Vectra is fixed. Well…its MOT’d. There is still the need for a service. I’m tempted to do it myself (New oil and air filters, new spark plugs etc) but after the bodged job I made of changing the light bulb in the headlamp I’m slightly reluctant. Still it would be cheaper than getting some…
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People (the wife and her sisters) ask me “What are you doing for your birthday this year?” I’m a bit low on my birthday, and for that matter other people’s, this year. I think I’ve finally reached that stage in my life where I couldn’t give a flying toss what I do on my birthday.…
