Originally posted by NickFitz
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I read a bit of mine at 04:00 this morning after the nightmare about some contract job or other that I was fecking up royally.
I hope it wasn't one of my precog dreams.
And when I got back to sleep again the fecking dream carried on where it had left off.
Originally posted by BR14
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I may take the petrol mower back & charge them £15 a mow from now on.
Might as well make some money once I'm a poor OAP, like.
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Originally posted by WTFH
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As it transpires, the female half came to the back door & said thanks.
The male half is still in his pit, poor lamb.
Turns out her uncle broke his hip last week & popped his clogs yesterday, whilst her mother is in & out of A&E like a fiddlers elbow.
I remembered something my Dad said about his mother, basically she took to her bed at the age of 40 and it took the fecking Luftwaffe dropping bombs around the place to get her up in the air raid shelter.
I wonder if that little quirk has passed down through the generations.
Certainly some of her other quirks, such the religiosity certainly seem to have.
Hadn't thought of that before.
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