I had a very tough upbringing, feeiling my father's large heavy hand and sometimes his boot, but he knew how to do things, and that rubbed off, in spite of me not wanting to learn from such a mongrel parent. I have always found a way to do what I wanted, or get the result I wanted, and most men find me difficult to live with, or they think I'm perfect, as an old guy I cared for, for 10 years, used to call me his little dinnyhaiser which meant the same as a deutclinevonder. In other words, marvellous. He couldn't even build a dog kennel, but was my gofer when I was building things around the house that I bought for removal. Created a park out of the two acres, and had bus loads come visiting. All that is over now, he's dead, the two acres is long gone, and we have a tiny cottage on a tiny section at the beach, from which we will leave in a long skinny box
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