A Mother's Story: Together again
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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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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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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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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To Australians a "digger" was originally a soldier. Now the word is used as term of endearment between workmates. Hence when you mentioned you'd taken Paul to Diggerland I mistakenly thought you'd be surrounded by crowds of whingeing Aussies. Of course Keith would not have been in the least bit interested in the machinery, preferring perhaps to make you a daisy chain.
Well, actually YP, Keith has not as enthusiastic as I had expected as he has driven a digger before in a past life when he was building his own house. (See, I always go for the interesting ones!)
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