As I was saying in my last post after being taken home by the village bobby Fred, for scrumping (stealing apples), I did my two weeks of hell sitting in my bedroom for eighteen hours a day going stir crazy, wondering if all my friends had forgotten I existed ( as it turns out they had all visited and been told I was grounded).
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Saturday, April 29, 2017
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Worst time, to be a man-child!
Let me start by saying that "no child who is on the edge of becoming a man should be told that he has a baby sister" like this. ...
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Let's Begin Hi my name is Jim. I was born in the UK in 1954 into a very big family. like most in my era I did not appreciate just...
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A lot of you must wonder why I don't talk about my mum on here. Truth be told, I really did not know her. Apart from sometimes seeing h...
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I hope that any one that reads these posts will forgive me for the order they appear. I started them after my wife Kathleen encouraged me t...