Poor Monique...
The suffering she has endured...I must say it doesn't suprise me. The moment I heard of the match I was saying how it could only end in heartbreak.
I don't have a shed anymore....it was cruelly ripped from my grasp some eight years ago when we moved house....now it is full of "stuff" which doesn't like router dust
MMmmmm.....router.....
[omits to mention bloody great big one at beach-house in the interests of the plot]
Thanks, Barry. Thanks alot. How considerate.
Describe shed. Does it have a fridge?
Depends on which one. If we are referring to Father's, then no. His beer must be immeadiately to hand, or he bellows. Aussie-male-sans-beer-type bellowing. Capisce?
But it is his shed I was talking about, of course. He holds The Key. I call it The Boutique, for I tend to go "shopping" there often. He has just upgraded his compound mitre saw...it's dead sexy. Trust me.
My shed? Fridge? Check. And freezer. And Sofa Loafer™, yabby nets, '73 Ford muffler, requesite Items Of Befuddlement and so on and so forth.
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Cecil Smithson rocks!!
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