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For the year that's ending...
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You dear lady are a bit fickle. You've been regularly bouncing over to Albert's to be fed. Tried to move in with Marty but Ireland has COVID restrictions in place that prevent that. Likewise your move to Gary in Canada was stymied by the closed border. Now you're travelling to the Upsidedown because things are hot at Bucket's. The way she likes to spread herself around, perhaps ma Sherey should change her name to Margarine...
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Did ma Sherye not turn up, and you had to eat her portion as well?
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Hey, Drew! Everything good down your way?
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And if you do, I'm sure it will be every bit as good as the photo. And also if you do, bro, I'd be honoured to let you use the image, copyright free, on the front or back cover of the book when it is published.
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Here's a photograph I took six years ago this evening of the sun setting over the Irish Sea off the northwest coast of England, as I was descending from a ramble up Clougha Fell, a western outlier of the Pennine Chain that runs up the the middle of northern England. It is one of my most viewed photographs on Flickr.
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Greetings, wee Drew!
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Greetings, young Albert!
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Afternoon, bro. So that means I can comment?
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Feckin' whippersnappers!
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He slept through the first 90 seconds. So is that what normal people do? Sleep three quarters of the time?
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I'm thinking this should be nailed to the front door of CoTT2...
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Greetings, young Albert!
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It might take two of us....
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She could always take him outside and spit roast him...
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Okay... he's all yours, Sherye! I think she wants the man in place of the turkey you didn't share with her... Let's just hope she's got a big enough oven to roast him in...
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We're still on page 2,004, so I'll share my abiding memory of the year 2004... 2004 was the year my mother died. She was 82 years old at the time. She would often tell us when we were kids that a fortune teller had told her she would live to be 82, and she died a few weeks after her 82nd birthday. Whilst I don't really have much faith in fortune tellers, I think that in my mam's case that's what enabled her to actually live to that age. She had not been in very good health for years, and we thought we were losing her on a number of occasions. I suspect that prophecy, given to her when she was just a child herself, kept her going a good bit longer than she would have done otherwise.
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And the same to you, bro! (And to everyone else. )
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You really do say the nicest things at times, ma Sherye. for your kind words. They've warmed the cockles of my heart!
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G'day, wee Drew!
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Could even have been both. You might have heard of the saying "Shooting the shooter." Maybe Gary was dreaming of plumbing the plumber...
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Afternoon, Gary! I put it up there as one of my own all-time favourites, as well.
