I'm off to try to win back the bowling trophy that I had to hand back last year. I am sure I would be a better bowler if I went more than once a year. I am also falling on the excuse that my back went out last year and was on high doses of codeine and paracetamol. I'm fine this year.
I have a bowling trophy up in the attic that belonged to my grandfather. I wish I knew the story behind it.
It is still howling out there. I am going to take the train into Carlisle and wind seldom upsets train times. Let's just hope those aren't famous last words!
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