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    Originally posted by NickFitz View Post
    On a Saturday?

    I did it the last year they had it in the county we lived in, but it was just on a normal schoolday.
    Mind you, it resulted in me going to a school that had a six-day week; maybe I would have been better trading one Saturday at the start for all the ones I lost over the next seven years

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      Originally posted by NickFitz View Post
      On a Saturday?

      I did it the last year they had it in the county we lived in, but it was just on a normal schoolday.
      Yep especially if you are applying from outside the county.

      If I knew the sex of Alias's children I probably guess the schools.
      merely at clientco for the entertainment

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        After pausing just long enough to tempt unwary optimists out of doors, the rain has returned with a vengeance

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          The laundry has been done; or, at least, enough laundry.

          And I've re-read Brave New World for the first time in quite a few years

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            My wee boy has now been installed at his university digs.

            Trying to resist the urge to phone him and see if he's OK.

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              Thirty-five years ago, I was at the Last Night of the Proms. My brother had got free tickets through the law firm he then worked at, who were among the trustees of the Albert Hall and so got tickets for everything, which were (unless a partner wanted them) up for grabs to the staff. But then he realised he was away in the Lakes that weekend, so he gave them to my Dad and I. They were excellent seats, rather than standing with the hoi polloi, and it was a really enjoyable evening

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                Originally posted by NickFitz View Post
                Thirty-five years ago, I was at the Last Night of the Proms. My brother had got free tickets through the law firm he then worked at, who were among the trustees of the Albert Hall and so got tickets for everything, which were (unless a partner wanted them) up for grabs to the staff. But then he realised he was away in the Lakes that weekend, so he gave them to my Dad and I. They were excellent seats, rather than standing with the hoi polloi, and it was a really enjoyable evening
                And you haven't even needed facebook to remind you

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                  Originally posted by mudskipper View Post
                  And you haven't even needed facebook to remind you
                  Yes, we had these things called "memories" in those days

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                    Right, I'm off to the Chinese

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                      Originally posted by mudskipper View Post
                      My wee boy has now been installed at his university digs.

                      Trying to resist the urge to phone him and see if he's OK.
                      He will be out doing that awkward socialising you do on your first evening.
                      "You’re just a bad memory who doesn’t know when to go away" JR

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