Spending a lot more time reminiscing with my dad these days. He revisited a little village that bought back memories yesterday. His dad, built a caravan, by hand, in a farmer's yard. They used to travel to the farm from derby, every weekend to help him and have a break. Now this farmer insisted, on a full English breakfast every morning, with bread and dripping. A roast dinner...with all the fat on the meat. Ham sandwiches with lashings of butter for supper and fresh creamy milk, straight from the cow. The farmer drank and smoked, working from dawn to dusk. Yesterday, my dad visited his grave. The farmer was 101 when he departed...his wife 100!. See its not what we put in us, it's how we burn it up. Today is also April Fools day. My best joke ever, was sending an official letter to a previous employer, stating that all slow moving vehicles, must now have a yellow flashing light, like tractors etc and these must be fitted to the hearse and limos immediately....yep he fell for it. Nope, I know longer work there.
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