Life, not as we see it.

By GOT

It's my beer and I'll cry if I want to.

No use crying over spilt beer but I ain't spilled it yet!
Most unusually for swmbo,  we are sitting in the front garden, grasping the last warmth of the disappearing Sol.
Revise that! She's started bloody weeding!!!!!
Gordon 

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