
Occasionally, I think I might have a 'faulty' chromosome - I wonder whether one of the "legs" is missing from one of my 'exes'...


Why else [when I have a shedload of legitimate jobs to do!] would I go and spend a couple of hours digging up the drive?

Mindless physical activity as therapy?

Next I'll be going and hiding in a "cave". [A martian one, naturally!]

Oh, well, at least I don't play golf!!

Sadly, wonky wheel & flat tyre stopped play. [Our sack barrow was another thing the workmen used, broke & didn't replace or say sorry!!]
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