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Previously on "Life on the bench in my jogging bottoms"
WHS.
My grandmother could invent wonderful stories. Usually they were about my grandfather (and this is where the magic ends) - she really didn't like him very much.
Beer garden.
Then played with the kids in the garden and lit the chiminea (with the boys helping to set the fire). Sat with the boys telling tall tales watching the flames and warming ourselved until called in for bedtime.
Told the boys a further tall story at bedtime about a baby whale called Phillip who was caught by a sea trawler (which I made up on the spot). I love being a Dad.
Beer garden.
Then played with the kids in the garden and lit the chiminea (with the boys helping to set the fire).
Sat with the boys telling tall tales watching the flames and warming ourselved until called in for bedtime.
Told the boys a further tall story at bedtime about a baby whale called Phillip who was caught by a sea trawler (which I made up on the spot). I love being a Dad.
Beer garden.
Then played with the kids in the garden and lit the chiminea (with the boys helping to set the fire).
Sat with the boys telling tall tales watching the flames and warming ourselved until called in for bedtime.
Told the boys a further tall story at bedtime about a baby whale called Phillip who was caught by a sea trawler (which I made up on the spot). I love being a Dad.
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