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The suns out so I’ve been walking around my garden. Lots going on, the feeding stations are being used non stop unless the dog is out there, so it’s looking ok.
I’ve been on the internet wondering whether to clean out the nesting boxes, and guess what? It’s a yes or no thing. Yes, get rid of the potentially harmful parasitic stuff. Empty the dwelling and soak it in boiling water.
No - leave it, it’s what birds do in a non garden environment (generally). I don’t know the answer, I’m thinking of just leaving things as they are this season, but of course, the internet has confused me.
I thoroughly enjoyed my stint as a postie, albeit as an agency worker. Two or so years ago, so things have changed (compulsory Sat and Sun) so stuff that. I’m sure a whole lot more for those that are doing it now.
Still in touch with a couple of good people in the Slough depot. Another great job gone wrong.
I was there, Cambers. A wonderful night and I kept hold of the t-shirt that I bought that night for many, many years.
I can’t remember where I saw him next, but his father passed away on the day he was due to perform. Show went on, of course. Big Cyrill Regis and his mates behind us.
Chamberlayne Road. I think I’ve mentioned this before, David. My family lived on Kempe Road, the last house that abutted the school playground; we used to bunk in to play tennis against my aunties big house wall.
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