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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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I've seen this a few times on TV, and each time have shouted for my wife to 'come quickly'. She's still not seen it, so thank you on her behalf, I'll show it to her later. Brilliant.
You're welcome, Cro. :)
Aw.
There are a few teachers at my Bangkok school who smoke. They are like naughty schoolboys who slip off every breaktime for a fag behind the bikesheds. And they may not realise it but the rest of us - pupils included - know exactly who they are because they stink of stale cigarette smoke. It is on their clothes and in their hair and it makes their breath stale. Good luck to Keith in his battle. Not one cigarette! And after a fortnight maybe the reward of a lovely meal out together - paid for by money saved on the cancer sticks. It isn't easy but he has to believe he can do it.
When he makes up his mind to do something, YP...!
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