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RIP
Well there we were struggling along. Doing the house from hell up. Telephone call. It's the police. Nicked Pickup is located. So anyway sends Lads off with tranny van Tow ropes spare diesel and whatever and I starts attacking the kitchen. Making sure to keep it all inside and not getting wet. Loads up the 4x4. When re hot wired and returned. Fitted kitchen, few other lumps of wood and an arm chair on top. 4x4 into deap shit in field, no problem, armed with big can of red diesel. Add a few other unwanted combustials and all OK. Next thing I'm off to the Pub at the appointed nine oclock bewhitching hour. Dirty Harry's gate is open.( Some pillock had sent for the fire brigade) ( For them that dont wat Know. He's a donkey). My lad ( met him at the pub) had gone up to the fire men and said. Please do not put my fire out. I's just lit it. Anyway Fire brigade had to put out fire in a field (Two fire engines). Pitty they did not shut the gate. Hopefully Harry is still around tomorrow when it comes Light.!! So maybe Harry is wandering about unlit Roads tonight in the interestes of safety. And we have to try and relight a sodened bomfire in the morning. Aint they wonderfull.
I'll be down the station early tommorow!!
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No one can force me to come here.<font color=red> I'm a volunteer<font color=blue>
Haydn
I'll be down the station early tommorow!!
<font color=blue>
No one can force me to come here.<font color=red> I'm a volunteer<font color=blue>
Haydn