Double crack-a-jack

I've fucking done it.

No one finds their true love, God, and mysteriously the means by which to stay in the house of the dreams in a mere fortnight eh?  They do now.

And I'm gonna share it babies.  Woosh! here we go.

And the fucking fab thing is that 2 weeks ago it wasn't true.  I always had a vision of what I wanted but I've let it evolve with me recently.  I've allowed myself to be wrong.  Gloriously wrong for all to see.  I've allowed the possibility that I might not get my way.  Really knuckled down and looked it in the eye.

And the result is that I am right.

And I get it all.

The whole beautiful vision in the Big Number 2 is going to come true.

Play time babies.

Now who has a funny story of sommat that's actually happened which happened to you or you heard about directly via the old 6 degrees?

I'll start shall I?

So, my son Benjy's bezzie mate Flynn's dad's mate's missus (as all the best stories begin) was asked to look after a dog by a couple of mates.  The dog was well old. 

Oh man, she thought, I just know this dogs gonna carck it while I've got it.

Sho enough.  The dog dies.

Oh man. 

So she had to get this dead dog to the vets so they'd dispose of the body, but she didn't have a car or much money and it turns out they'll charge you for coming to pick up dead animals if they have to send an ambulance to do it.

So she came up with the genius idea of putting the dog in a big silver DJ case and taking it on the train.

She's at the train station.  No lift.  She has to drag the case up the stairs.

So she's huffing and puffing her way up the stairs with this case when a guy comes up to her.

Are you alright there love?

Um.

What's in the case.

Er.  Well. It's... my husbands DJ equipment.

Do you want a hand?

Really?  Oh thank you!

So he takes the case.  And he runs off with it.

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TP