Once there was a poor family. They only had one boy. One day the boy set out to seek his fortune. He got a job as a porter at Brisbane staition. He worked for one whole year. Until one day when he was getting off a train he axedentally accidentally tripped and fell on to the railway line. The train suddenly came and ran over him. The station master called an ambluance ambulance who took the body to the grave office master. A ceremoany ceremony was given. The boys mum came to it. A few days later a suit case arrived with only a hat. His mum was never so sad.
So, I’m off sea kayaking/bouldering for the weekend… extended weekend. So I will be posting even less than the nothing that I’ve been posting at the moment. Or something like that.