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Miss Kay's post has just reminded me. I still don't have my Postman Pat advent calendar! Not that I ever had one in the first place, you understand. Usually I will settle for any old thing that Tesco's has left, but this year I appear to be in one of those difficult moods where only something from my childhood will do, not anyone else's
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And, glad you think so. Hell, if my ickle Kay says I'm good and competent, then good and competent I am! For the record, I can't imagine anyone more suited to work with animals than you. We did both have to learn to handle a fair few during our once-frequent visits to 5th Avenue, after all...
I'd thought that you moving South was on the cards, yes, but I hadn't been aware that the decision had been finalised. By South you mean Lahndahn, right? I've decided that I am really a northern lass at heart (first I'm a gay man in a woman's body, now I'm a northerner stuck in a southerner's. Tsk! Think of all the expensive therapy I'm going to require!), so the idea of ever moving south of Birmingham for me is off the cards for a good while yet, unless I really do get desperate. But whatever works for you.
We need to actually put aside some time to meet up, I think. Pretend we're back to the old days of not living together and meet in Oklahoma and talk nonsense and not invite any boys. Oh yes. What do you say? xx
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