Happy May Day!....or not, depending on where you are. Nothing happens up here but in Oxford, where I grew up, thousands of people would gather by Magdalen Bridge to listen to the choir sing from the tower at 6am. Most had been to a ball the night before.Seemed a perfectly normal thing to do to me but when I moved to London all those yeas ago,I realised it was fairly unique happening. Memories!
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Now I Understand, Nanci. - It's been months and months of being either bald headed and cold or fuzzy headed and cold. So cold that I wear a hat inside, a toque to bed and scarves a...
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