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Rusty_Hinge wrote:
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from Anne Welsh Jackson contains these words:

According to an ancient bye-law, I am not only _allowed_ I am
_obliged_ as an inhabitant of this fair city, to practise archery - and
my garden is the perfect place to do just exactly that!

I could have sworn I saw a cat with two tails...

BTW, I'm doing some watering with phoar!nettle soup, and the
hop vines are looking rather muscular...

Oh good! They were certainly rampant enough, up here!
The "little sister" of the one you got is wending her way through
the woodpile, as we speak.

I'll be popping down for a pint, when you give the word. If you
were a bit closer I could give yer harf a duzzen or so demijohns...
I've also got a couple of five-gallon vats that're needing rehoming...
Don't think there's any chance of me ever making wine in
five gallons lots, ever again.

Wait till I have the slidecar attached...

--
Rusty
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
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