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Plaster board and dust
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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Aaaaagh!!! This morning, when I went into the bathroom for a shower, there was a spider already there - not in the shower but perched non...
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One of the good things about being sixty plus is that you are entitled to a bus pass, which means that, within Wales, your bus journeys are ...
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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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What can I say... that Boxing Day walk with Hugh, fix it in your mind with araldite... to remind you that he was here and that you loved him.
The last rime I saw Hugh was in February when he took the trouble to bring his family from Bradford to Bristol to visit me in hospital. He told me about his future plans -- promotion to sereant 2010, stay in to collect a good pension and then set up his own firm. Some years ago I gave him his Great Grandad's dress sword, which he treasured.
I wish so much that he had spoken to me on that fateful evening. Maybe, just maybe, I could have talked him round.
I shall never know but the thought remains to haunt
Grandad.
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