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Friday was a pretty good day up here in northern England. Recently, I have been kneeling in the upstairs bathroom dealing with plaster and tiles. It was nice to be able to give myself time off. With my trusty transportation vehicle, Clint, there is no need to mess about setting a satnav. I just have to tell him where we are going and his engine roars obediently into action. And so it was this morning. Soon we were out in the north Nottinghamshire countryside, heading down to Elkesley on the A1. There were two Geograph squares I needed to bag there with my camera. This involved a forty minute walk on which I spotted the old car wreck shown in the top picture. Then, after waking Clint up from his slumbers we headed to the sprawling "village" of Morton which is really a small agricultural region dotted with farms and cottages that all have the word "Morton" in their names: Morton Hall, Little Morton, Morton Grange, Morton Hill Cottage etc.. There's probably ...

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 Two pairs of eyes, overlapping surgical masks were looking worried, A gloved hand was on my shoulder. “ Sir are you ok? Are you alright? Came from under one of the masks and I noticed that the technician’s eyes were a deep brown with speckles on the iris. I had dribbled a little on my gown. Sputum and not wee, thank goodness. I only noticed that after the fact I apologised and hurriedly assured the scanning staff that I had not arrested as they thought I might of done , but I had fallen asleep in the chair after a long night shift. Both giggled , more out of relief than humour I thought. I left the hospital soon after.  It’s very cold today. My sister has made me a steak and kidney pie dinner from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3II3Nga

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