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Was hoping to have a drive up to the Dales and do some walking but had a bit of an accident on Monday, missed a step in the garden, torn the ligaments in my right ankle, no driving, no walking, confined to the armchair this weekend.

Oh Bugg......r, really sorry, since I got my new wheels takes me ages to find a park, wife keeps telling me she could park a bus in spaces I reject

+1 especially on a GM

Ironbridge gorge etc is well worth a visit, a world heritage site.

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Hello & another member from gods own country

Oh dear, I should have been compatible with my ex wife (Big joke) and am supposedly not compatible with my current partner

Happy Birthday and many off them

I'm a Bruce are we friends or foe?

I can stick my Sony memory stick straight into my laptop, all you need is a small adaptor, mine came with the camera.

Just been and given everyone else a "1"

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I've got a Sony Cybershot which takes great pics, my only moan is that the little knob on the back which changes the mode is a bit too sensative and can easily be changed by mistake so you think you are taking a photo and you end up taking a video.

done mate, best of luck

There are some great roads on the North York Moors but accept it is a bit far for you red roses.

Take care in Portugal, the locals are crazy drivers, they think they have the ability to see round corners, and overtake three abreast The roads are not really Z friendly.

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Frightening, good job you checked. I appreciate you are not into posting names, but a few details about the car, colour year etc might remind anyone on here to check if they are thinking about a purchase.

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That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or walking to the tube, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin. After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk. And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday. Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast. Last year it fell on a Friday. Friday 29 April, to be precise, when temperatures maxed out at 22.1C after nothing much above 16C all year. It last fell on a Monday in 2004, when temperatures leapt to 22C on 24 April. And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls (Tit Friday 2005 dropped away to a parky 11.8C). But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside All Bar One after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples. So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps. As the poet said: one bold Northern slap*er in a bikini doth not a summer make.

Mine is grey because I'm a 61 year old boring fart, but only sometimes

Nice pics, spent a long weekend at Bamburgh last October, great area.

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