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Lift the lid Plug it in Remove the cap Ready the pin Slide it out Place it down Remember the yellow No more, frown Pin in place Playing right now Ah the memories Feeling old somehow Now the...
You get in late, You take a shot, Of vodka - straight, It burns down hot. You shed your coat, You shed your tights, You light the fire, Knock on the lights.
My uncle John, we would sit at the mahogany table every Saturday night. It was a ritual, a very important one that I treasured the most. We would sit there and polish our shoes.
For years I've had my own little practice of every six months or so I'd put my pillow down the other end of the bed and sleep that way instead.
I have a special pen that I use for writing. It's a big chunky metal pen with a nice comfy grip. I use refills from a range of pens call Frixon which means I can rub stuff out with no trouble at all.
It's cold today and the windows of my car are iced up- such a shame to waste boiling water on glass.