I'm so depressed!I go to one blog where a broken doll is thrown out, at "the end of the road". And I come here where old tires are "dumped".With so many years accumulated, I wonder what's going to happen to me, very soon, when it's my turn....
I'm going out to take photos of the very dark clouds you just sent to us from Scotland. Thanks a lot, Don QuickScott!
Don't be so depressed Claude, you will be recycled (one way or another) as will we all.
By the way Claude, I have just been watching a BBC video of a 102 year old lady who celebrated her birthday with a base jump by parachute off a high bridge. I hope you have similar plans for when you grow up :)http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-22774496
If I reach 90, I plan to do the CN Tower Edge Walk. It's the fashion in Toronto. It's rather exciting. And that would be quite enough for me!
Well make sure you get someone to photograph you doing it because that is one photo I definitely want on the blog (and don't drop your walker :)If I reach 60 I think I will celebrate by... having a long lie in bed then trying out my free bus pass :)
Tyreing, Don, a tyreing photograph!
At least no bright spark has set them alight. Which happens too often here.When the time comes I would like to be dumped in a hole near a river and have a large tree planted to keep me company. One which attracts birds.
If you allow me, former Don and very dear friend:As you said, in one of your above comments, my body will be recycled, as us all. But never my immortal soul and my undying, unconquerable spirit....
Ach, I wish you would not use words that I don't understand, but you are, of course allowed to use them, whatever they mean.Good luck with Andrew. He's a difficult chap.
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