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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Hugh's death has surely been an awful pain to bear. I can only think that the issues around police reaction time add a nasty extra ingredient to the mix... that nagging sense that perhaps he need not have died that night. How tormenting.
That's it in a nutshell, YP.
I read your story.
My heart goes out to you.
Thank you, Shammickite
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