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I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a co*ktail, like a salted peanut(Margo Channing) I answered the door to a small, rather unkempt lady who was leaning heavily on a stick She obviously knew that we had a disabled toilet on the ground floor. Beaten before I had even started I showed her to the loo which was only steps from the front door. After a minute there came the unmistakable sound of bu*tocks slapping The inebriated lady had indeed missed the toilet but she and her insides had certainly not missed the floor so it was with a heavy heart and on tip toe that I managed to get her back on the loo in one piece    Whilst unravelling the loo roll like a demon in order to Moments later she was on her way home, a lot damper but certainly lighter than when she arrived. that he wants us to sing in a mas*ive community choir get together on the South Bank in London in the Autumn The bantam co*kerels who upped sticks from the Ukrainian Village last year are still doing well thanks to the collective support of the They sleep atop one of the yew trees in the Churchyard and walk over the Cottage in the morning to spend the day bumming scraps from Sailor John and Mandy and Trendy Carol further down the lane. Occasionally they will sit on my bathroom window ledges if I leave the got all of a dither when he thought he was not being politically correct in front of me Today It was my turn to do some shopping and complete the prescription run for an elderly neighbour  who isn't too well. I found the shopping list nostalgicly bittersweet in nature Tinned stew, custard tarts, fruit co*ktail. The foodstuffs my mother used to like when I shopped with her on her weekly sojourn from her nursing home. This was sevente*n years or so ago now but I remember very well, loading up Chris's fiat in Sheffield    with a loaned oxygen cylinder from work and then driving the hundred miles to wales in order to take my mother out for a few hours.