The Retirement Thread

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Drago

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Back home.

Took the van as I dont find Mrs Ds car fery comfortable and didnt fancy cramming 3 humans, 2 dogs and a crap load of Christmas presents in there.
 
Slide down the wall in big chunks ??

I am reminded of the poem:

the boy stood in the dining room
whence all but he had fled
it was his hundredth cup of tea
five hundredth piece of bread.
”another crust, before I bust”
he cried in accents wild
”another crust, before I bust”
(he was a vulgar child).
there came a bang, a thunderclap
the boy, oh where was he?
ask of the maid who mopped him up
amidst the bread and tea
 
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