Mr G.D. sat slumbering in front of the cricket on Sky Sports, next to the motorised wheelchair and surrounded by various medications. This was a remarkable feat considering I was bashing away with a hammer and bolster not six feet from his ear drums. Admittedly his hearing is a little impaired, as is mine, but I have the benefit of ear defenders.
Mrs G.D. is out visiting, an afternoons light relief from the duty of caring for an older husband. Marrying a younger woman possibly keeps a man younger but there comes a time, it's inevitable, when things take a... downturn. Quite a recent state of affairs judging by the numbers of retrievers and gun dogs all desperate for exercise and the plethora of fly fishing rods and waders.
The downstairs toilet interior charts past visits to both the Arctic and Antarctic, the Polar Bear and the Adelie Penguin; ironic now that the desired effect of fitting this multi-fuel stove is to more or less create a permanent equatorial heat.
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