This coming Wednesday (29th Oct.) myself and Mrs snuffer celebrate, if that's the word,
our twenty eighth wedding anniversary. When she asked if I would like anything in particular as a gift, I asked for a load of farmyard manure. No,the request for manure wasn't meant as a metaphore for the last twenty eight years. It's just a useful pressie that can be put to excelent work on the lottie. Need to transplant some rhubarb.


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