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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When all this first happened, last week, I was sure that I would not want or be able to mention it at all on this blog. Now, however. I feel...
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This is Keith in the car park of Moel Famau country park this morning. We decided that, as Christmas day this year was going to be a q...
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I think he quite fancies you, Jenny. However, he appears to be suffocating. Is it perhaps, a clever ploy to get the kiss of Life?
I'm sorry, i need proof those cables are tidy! You see Keith without NASA, is like Gemmak without her kitty :o)
No, Dale, it's a dramatic demonstration of his anguish at losing the top layer of NASA!
Michelle, I will get a close up of the cable situation ASAP. :)
Jenny - it looks like he's mortified at being busted for secretly watching Teletubbies whilst you've been doing your Linda Barker bit ! (Although Linda Barker is, of course, a lot older than you !) ;-)
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