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Wednesday 21st March 2018.

When i was a lad...it was simply called winter...these modern times the media like to play games, invent words, and possibly try and scare us to death or even more simply make us hog their web pages or buy a the card copy out on the news stands still left independant rather than blow jobbed by the hungry super markets etc....to sell every thing including the Kitchen sink.
They predict a White Easter...for much of England..." The beast from the east " will return...i am beginning to think i live in a comic book and Dan Dare is out to rocket us all full of white stuff...Meanwhile i try to think, hope, that all this is simply Bollocks a vain try to make us buy more white chocolate Easter Eggs...to stick in dark places.
Therefore i try to remain positive tick off another day to wards the great day when the blue uniform lies forlorn and the white stuff once more becomes a freind...rather than something to fight against in an attempt to get the mail through.... i was asked tonight if i was sad the end is almost upon me, i can honestly say think no 36 years is enough for man and boy to work in this modern world....i might be sad that another chapter of my life is over with the thoughts of the creeking deaths door is now out on the horizon. But i want a chance to wear my stockings in good tidings in a full shilling mood for a some years before the creeking gate howls into the long dark night...
Besides that i am in good spirits i do hope all is well with those whom stumble across these written words....Good night and so Goeth.

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