I hardly knew the place! Though it wasn't so much a case of being in danger of cycling past the place by mistake, as having to fight the temptation to trundle right up to the window across the yard.
If it has ambitions of becoming a lawn, I'd better get into the habit of Keeping Off entirely (as opposed to merely not buzzing Pete sitting in the bay end of the libing room).
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(My clavicles are sympathetically sore from watching the skeleton bob; normally I'd be more huggerish of said trees.)
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