Having said about living in a small quiet town, I should add that at the moment it`s far from a quiet town - its full of grockles… they`re everywhere… on the pavements, wandering across the road, standing in the middle of the pavement, aimlessly heading nowhere in particular, except under my feet whichever way I try to go to get past them!
Still, I suppose I shouldn`t moan, I`ll be a grockle too shortly when I go on holiday, but – I hope I`ll have more sense than to do what the ones here do!
Or do we all leave our brains behind when we go away?
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