Don't regret. As my grandmother used to say, "What's for you won't go by you." And do dream. Always dream. Let your goals be dreams and your dreams be goals.
When the glass door slides open, you’re hit in the face with a blast of humidity, heavy with a waft of chlorine. Spread out before you is one long pool, divided into lanes under an arched roof. A line of orange cones hover each lane. The laughs...
So I read somewhere that “badgers love sweetcorn!” Seemed highly improbable to me, but to test, I left a cob out last night on the usual badger plinth. This was the result this morning – case closed! They sure had a good party last night...
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