Hand me the gun. No, the bigger one.David Thompson
Saturday, September 06, 2008
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2 comments:
Come on Peter - you love the woods too don't cha?
When my daughter was young I took her out for a cycle one Sunday and we came across a couple hugging a tree. In their fifties, I'd say; he looked up rather shamefaced; she hugged on ecstatically. "Why are they doing that, Daddy?" "Because they are bonkers, my love." He didn't so much as murmur dissent. She continued, unhearing, with her worship. I later reported to my wife "The pagans are back."
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