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Location: Teignmouth, Devon, United Kingdom

I'm married with two grown up children and four grandchildren, My wife of 47 years is Sue and we are the same age. My two children are Pamela (blogging occasionly under Pam-bigbustybikerbaby.blogspot.com and Roy,who was recently Paralysed from the waist down due to an Absys on his Spine. My 4 grandchildren are (oldest first) Gavin, Hayley, Thomas,and Zoe. Sue and I are both retired and we're disabled too, her with a badly Arthritic back and spine, me with lung (COPD) and Heart problems.I have always loved Fishing (all sorts) Sue started fishing with me about 8 years ago, now she really enjoys it too. We both love m'cycles and m'cycling, Sue owns and rides her own bike which is a Custom 1981 250 Honda.I own a 1979 Honda CX500. We are both members of this motorcycle club ( view or join our club on http://www.cx-gl.org.uk/) or see my blog post Dec 2007 blog "Getting old, never", of course we're badly resticted now due to our illness, only riding in really good weather.Just over three years ago we lost our best friend and Baby Mojo the border Collie, Gone but never forgotten. Please feel free to use any of our photo's but do let me know you have used them, thank you.

Monday, December 17, 2007

NOT THAT TIME AGAIN !!!.

Christmas time is here again,
So take up paper take up pen,
Those christmas cards we all have to write,
About Santa's reindeer and snow so white.

We have to sit down and think so hard
Whom could have sent us a Christmas card,
A lot of these we struggle to remember,
Because we havn't spoken since last December.

For our closest friends and family too,
There's still an awful lot to do,
What pressies to buy for the family,
For us to tuck under the Christmas tree.

Now this brings us back to my favorite thing,
Being dragged into town to do the shopping,
Every year I love this little treat,
Plodding round shops on aching feet.

Lets do our best to park the car,
Not a space around, not near nor far,
Round and round not a space in sight,
When we started off it was still light.

When at last around these shops we plod,
The missus says I'm a miserable s..d,
I'm glad its only once a year,
Cause every thing is so damn dear.

Now pockets empty, feeling sad,
Getting home I'm oh so glad,
Now I can settle in my chair,
Cause the missus says I've done my share.

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