Whilst the image of shunting coal waggons at 6:00 am at first appealed to me, the reality that these days I struggle to mount the stairs soon disavowed me of such notions even though the child inside still lives , in a Calvin and Hobbes sort of way, so plain old Fred it is proud to be the voice of the pride.
(No he was hammered on cheap scotch.) Mrs Fred.
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