emarald
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Dont you listen to them emarald, you stay were you are mate, your grandfather " wee Jock Poo Pong McPlop " didn't migrate all that distance for you to give up that easy, he'd turn in his grave at the thought of you, the fruit of his loins was returning to a country that declared a national holiday the day he left. :Laugh:
:Cheers:
He was in the RAF a Hurricanes pilot station Biggin Hill, got injured in combat, and was unable to fly again he was then stationed at Eastchurch Isle of sheppey, and lost both legs and a hand in a bombing raid, My grandmother said that why he was such a miserable old git.
What was your grandfather doing?