
And then back to Ossian's Ride, where the adventure continues to be an odd mix of derring do and rather abstruse science

Thursday tomorrow!

Goodnight all









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. Should remember I'm not 50 any more. Mowing my lawn nearly killed me. Have updated my calendar so I know when I mowed the feckers last. Which wasn't in August.
. Also the grass was dry, so I dread to think what it would have been like if it had been damp. The idle fecker's "useless grass" is, of course, 3 feet tall.
. Not quite at the stage of Joe Kennedy being offered stock advice by his shoeshine "boy".
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