Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...
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This is the beach at Burbo Bank, Crosby, home of Antony Gormley's cast iron statues, collectively known as 'Another Place'. We...
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Well, we came to an amicable arrangement, quite unplanned as it happened, because Keith got to navigate the car through people's back y...
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Ah bless!!!
That looks like the perfect distance from the screen, H+S wise.
Hello! Just thought I'd pop by your blog to say hi as I saw your comment on mine. I see you live in North Wales. Are you Welsh too? I'll have to have a read of your blog.
Thanks for popping by my blog anyway.
Welshchick x
LOL those wires!!!
My only claim to Welsh nationality is that my paternal grandmother was born in Mold - only just up the road from here, really.
S.P. if he didn't have about half a ton of wires under the desk, he might be able to get a bit closer!
Michelle, as you can see, I am still failing to get rid of the chaos that is that corner of the room! :)
Yes, Star, he is quite sweet really!
As long as he can reach the dinner table ... LOL!!
Now you know why he has recently lost weight, Dale!
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