but the only thing we can think of is the jar of olives in the fridge
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Hope the little fella gets over it soon. TPD best wishes to him.Originally posted by Bear View PostWhere are we going? And what’s with this hand basket?Comment
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he's a very big fan of olives and wants them a lot. maybe these were just a bit off.Si posse, recte, si non, quocumque modo remComment
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Eldest son got it last week. Just after we caught him cleaning his teeth without washing his hands after wiping his arse. Some children are so disgusting.......Originally posted by Bear View PostComment
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Better go catch some T.V. with Lady VF
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Two hours and no TPD post
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Greetings denizens
There was some kind of dominoes tournament occurring in the pub tonight - it made it a bit tricky finding a quiet corner in which to read The Grauniad
On the other hand, there was free food available - I'd already had my dinner, but I managed to come to terms with half a pork pie. I think a bowl of hotpot with bread would have been overkill, although it smelled very nice
Although it was quietening down, it was obvious that Richard (the landlord) would have a bit of cleaning up to do, so I decided to cut him some slack and come back to the hotel to revisit the Black Sheep tap for the last half-hour until midnight, when Yeadon goes to sleep
Speaking of which...
Having noticed last week how quiet it is here, I decided to gather data on the depths of the quiescence tonight. Walking from the edge of town up the so-called "High Street" to the junction with Cemetery Road, where the pub resides (about five minutes walk), I saw precisely two other pedestrians. Then again, I also saw no fewer than six moving cars, so it was all a bit hectic really
Coming back I saw nobody until two guys, also heading back to the hotel, as I crossed over at the main road traffic lights.
I must admit, my thoughts went back to the delightful chaos outside the pub in London
Then, as I was almost across the road, a Police car coming up the "High Street" behind me put its sirens on full blast as it turned onto the main road, probably headed to Harrogate or somewhere
At home I have sirens going up and down the road outside the flat all day and night, but in this unbelievably quiet town it scared the living daylights out of me - I literally jumped the last few feet to the pavement, even though they were on the other side of the road
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