Enfin. Finito.Those perilous 7 months of preparation. They can all now give way to endless twin deck mixing and crushing defeats on the track( well scalextrix at least)and new air can be breathed whilst taking the opportunity to silently smirk at the struggling trail of others who will always lay in his wake.So well done, Mr with-such-aplomb. The Boy did well. My annual fix of Shul has been completed. I now also understand about Reform breakaway groups in the faith. Its all comes from women. They spend so many hours of isolation in the gallery that when they have done the shopping list, mentally invited a set of people for dinner next month, checked out the recalcitrant men below, checked our their be-hatted peers, they tire and the mind wanders to ideas of Reform; " Perhaps they should put a Costa up here , they muse and perhaps heated seats and perhaps.... That's how it all started. Mutiny is invariably never a mans thing. That's too much like hard work, esp when there is a fish supper to source and a game on the telly and wine to be slugged.Ah well.
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