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Sowwie, Gary
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I think Gary may have been called SAM in his early years... (Stone Aged Man)
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Hey, Gary! Great to hear that you're feeling a bit better today.
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Takes me back, as well. Back to when I was a teenager, and a very good friend and myself would often sing it whenever we got caught out in the rain on one of our many days out together...
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I'm good, thanks! Just finished a funding application for a local LGBT+ support group I am involved with. How's yourself?
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Reminds me of a song from way back in my youth....
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Hello, young Albert
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Gary!
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Hey, young Albert!
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Hi, Page! How the divil are you, my man?
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For the day that's in it: And for those of you that are in the southern hemisphere:
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Hey, young Drew.
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Many thank for your kind comments, Gary. I'm glad you found the conversation delightful. As I've said somewhere above, I really was worried that my attempts to display Jock's loquaciousness may have come across as unreal. Glad to have pulled you in, as you put it. Hope I don't disappoint as the story develops.
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What a lovely little story. I must admit that some of the scenes in the middle, with apparently different characters (the doctor and nurse, and Rex and Czar) seemed a little out of place, but Devon's struggles as to where his life is leading, and Fabian eventually really appearing to listen to him, were totally realistic. And Sam's appearance at the end served to let Devon know that his work can eventually make a difference. If I had one even slightly negative comment it would only be that I could not understand why you gave this story a light-hearted tag. Thanks for sharing this with us all, @Puppilull!
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Thanks, @Daddydavek. Yes, hopefully, there will be some fun head for Danny... (But there may also be some dark times as well, for all anybody knows.)
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Good night, gang! Desperately need my beauty sleep.
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Thanks, Bob! But I think I'm all caffeined out now. No bother at all, Xan. You can have them all if you want
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And it's perfectly okay to cry at times like that, dug! I thought he had simply misspelled the word toga...
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It certainly is fascinating, @Talo Segura. And, although the eleven-plus exam certainly gave children from working class families an opportunity to get into the more academic Grammar Schools, the standard of teaching in the primary schools in working class areas tended to be lower, with many of the teachers in those schools tending to have a lower expectation of the ability of their charges to do well in the eleven-plus exam. It wasn't so much a fact that of only a few pupils from working class areas being bright enough; but more a case of the rest of society not believing they were, and so not encouraging them to excel.
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My, but you're good, @Daddydavek! Wanna be my researcher for this story? Thanks for the comment.
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Thanks for letting me know you find the story intriguing, @Daddydavek. It's even more pleasing that you actually came back to leave a comment. I suppose the only clue to the time frame that this chapter was set in was the reference in it to drought of 1959, which suggests it is at least set later than that date. However, I do state the following in the story summary: "This story spans a period from the nineteen-sixties to the present day," so that should give a closer idea as to the date for this particular chapter.
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Night, Xan
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It's a few minutes before 4am. 120 miles away from home. Jusr dropped a friend at Dublin Airport for his flight to Frankfurt. Now have to face the long drive home... Coffee... must get coffee... 🍵
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I see we're on page 888... (Unless this post starts a new page)
