I think my parents were a tad overprotective when I was a lad. I was the only kid on the street who had a tricycle with stabilisers fitted?
Not looking forward to next week. It's not because of the up and coming appointment (although I will be glad when it is over as some stranger peering into my Channel Tunnel is slightly disconcerting to say the least), but the thought of the very heavy coffins we have to lift and negotiate on our shoulders under doors that were constructed in the 1600's for shorter bearers and lighter people?
Think about it. People were tiddly in them days (apart from Henry the 8th, who liked a few to many chicken legs) and the Churches were built to that design. Now we are scoffing on more MacDonalds and Fries and growing taller?
No lessons have been learned though as there is one Church in the Town that I work that has been built upstairs???? The Coffin has to go up the Fire Escape? Dignified are what!!
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