Well, there's no danger of me making the same mistake as I made a few weeks ago, as the photo is not even loading in my browser...
Just lines and lines of gobbledygook. The following being just a couple of the lines:
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I did, thanks.
We met at a gas station midway between where we both live, about 20 miles from home for each of us. Got coffees and a bite to eat each, and sat at one of the concrete picnic tables they have outside. Normally we would meet about once a month and have breakfast in the local hotel's dining room. The hotels have not reopened yet, so this has been our fallback position since lockdown.
And in the British Isles it's usually called a cockerel.
[EDIT] Cock is the generic word for any male bird (no matter what species) - with Hen being the feminine.
Which reminds me of the following riddle:
Today (Saturday 20th June) is the Solstice. Which means that for those of you (like Mr. B.) who live south of the equator, the days will start getting longer again. So, cheer up, M.B., summer's on its way!
I'm honestly not sure what variety of rose it is, Gary.
It was growing against the boundary wall in the lower garden. I pruned it back almost to the ground at the end of last year. It's since sent up new shoots, some of which are about 5 foot (1.5 meters) tall, and have quite dark red flowers.
Good afternoon, Val!
Cool here, overcast and looking as though there may be showers. Will probably spend the day moving some of the remaining items from the rented place, and cleaning tiles and floors. Supposed to hand back the keys this day week.