I put the mount board on the ladder but it kept falling off

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Now I am aware that when it comes to holidays you are of the persuasion by which you require much persuasion. But that is between you and the drier of your dishes if it is you which washes them.

As it stands there are numerous destinations to destinate. But how and where to pick. 

I have seen you outside Thomas Cook of a Saturday afternoon, a tab dropping from your sophisticated jaw line like a falling down child. Senior service is it?

Capstan full strength.

Well, bloody hell. Get em out old chap… thanks.

There was a man speaking on the radio. He said ‘Tony Wilson was such a big figure in the North West’. You were turning your Volvo out of the car park.  I had work to do, but the connection was bad. Do you want to go to somewhere there isn’t anybody asking for your three points of ID every five minutes, and no more injections in the stomach?

Follow me.

(I put this A3 bit of mount board is daub some paint on in his hand)

You need to be by the sea, sir. Or is it a lake? What if you can’t see the entrance to the sea, but you know it’s there?

‘Well you’ll just have to put up with it, won’t you.’

He said this and doffed his Capstan to a passing aggregate lorry. The man driving it was driving it for lolly. 

Lolly is a slang term for money, but no one says it round here, so it sounds weird to me and written down, but I don’t think it matters.

The man was gone. 

I shouted the following after him:

‘I painted the picture on A3 mount board when I wasn’t at work and I wasn’t assisting people to stand or making phone calls to query the correct approach to constipation in this specific instance. I put the mount board on the step ladder but it kept falling off. You might be able to see it in the picture. It’s meant to be there.’ 



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