A Mother's Story: Armed Forces Day
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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Jenny - thinking of you and of Hugh.
Regarding "Politicians make their decisions, which impact on so many innocent personnel and their families and which are by no means always the right ones, but that does not detract from the sterling work and bravery of the men and women out there doing their job." You're so right. In repeating my usual refrain "BRING OUR BROTHERS HOME!" I of course mean no disrespect to members of the armed forces - quite the opposite in fact.
Thanks for that, YP. Yes, I understand that that's what you mean. I too think it's madness that they are out there.
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