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  This is the most beautiful of Norwegian folk songs  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3lDKXLe

  One and a half days off before 4 more nights I bought  some battery run Christmas Lights from Lidl today and they cheerfully illuminate the hearth and art wall this evening I don’t do Christmas decorations now , but some bulldog and scotch egg baubles ( a kind gift from Kim F) add to the”look” Weaver has emailed and is safe and well and is writing her Christmas Cards Happy days from Going Gently https://ift.tt/36zRxvL

Moraine Lake, Alberta, Canada Picture a small lake with sunshine dancing on the surface of the water. Or picture ten petrol tankers proceeding along the slow lane of  a motorway. What you are also seeing is how much beer I have drunk in my life. Gallons of the stuff. My relationship with beer began in "The Hare and Hounds" public house in the village of my birth. At fifteen going on sixteen I drank brown ale with a dash of blackcurrant.  Yuk! But before too long I advanced to traditional bitter. In the past, when you entered a pub in Yorkshire there were really only two sorts of beer you could order - bitter or mild. You could visit any pub in the country and simply ask for "a pint of bitter" and the barman or barmaid would pull your pint with no further questions asked. Nowadays it's different. If you go into a pub and say "A pint of bitter please" the staff behind the bar will be confused. Sometimes they will say, "Which bitter?" and ...