Channelling? That’s a bleedin’ canal.
On Mars.
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How annoyed he’d be by that! Conan Doyle, on the other hand…
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Done rather better than the BBC managed!
When in a hole on Horsell Common, stop digging…
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oooh, that reminds me: ‘Shall we gather at the Rum Pond’?
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We should feel free to gather wherever we’d like, Gus. And, we do 
I am gathering my bits together to trot up the stairs but I should say that the construction I posted on our old Cellar may be a methane burning device (a landfill site had previously been ‘managed’ there).
Best dreams, all,
Soo xx
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Gin, Darling
Carinthia.xx
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Ah, the old pelvic floor exercises…
Something burning over the old Cellar seems fitting, though that is wilful misunderstanding of what you wrote.
We have a durty gurt incinerating power-generating site near here. As far as I can tell, I have never seen it in action.
Gxx
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More fire… more fire… oh hello, I was having such a lovely dream, and you were all in it…
yardarm
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Do you WANT burnt bacon butties wee birdie?
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[unrepentant beaky grin]
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Places a platter of perfectly cooked bacon butties for all on the table for every tart
And a platter of frazzled bacon butties in front of a wee birdie!
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[happy peckity]
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Which is for me?
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They look good
Carinthia.xx
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And apparently Rolo (pub dog #1) likes peas. At least, he ate a second one.
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They were. Well, mine was, anyway.
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Two whole peas?
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I wasn’t going to feed him. I was told to.
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You must be hungry, being told to give away peas… 
Carinthia.xx
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