And the title of 'Man of the Year' goes to...
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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You can tell he's been reading my latest post!
Equality! We've come a long way since the Pankhursts.
Just prior to our first son being born, we were about to leave for the hospital when my car refused to start. Guess who had to push the car?
Possibly, SP. ;)
That's one way of looking at it, YP. :)
Sounds like grounds for divorce, Cro!
Well... I'm looking at 'her' muscles! Are you sure she's not a 'he' anyway?
Anything is possible... ;)
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