I went out this morning to get my paper and collect my laundry and there was mess all over the street.
Why Can’t Basil Stick To The Countryside?
But by the distinct smell, I could identify the culprit. He’d probably dragged the rubbish from somewhere up the street. It certainly isn’t mine, as I don’t use black bags and I have a fox-proof wheelie-bin.
June 29, 2013 - Posted by AnonW | World | Fox, Rubbish
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What this blog will eventually be about I do not know.
But it will be about how I’m coping with the loss of my wife and son to cancer in recent years and how I manage with being a coeliac and recovering from a stroke. It will be about travel, sport, engineering, food, art, computers, large projects and London, that are some of the passions that fill my life.
And hopefully, it will get rid of the lonely times, from which I still suffer.
Why Anonymous? That’s how you feel at times.
The Anonymous Widower
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