Heading into the loft to retrieve the Xmas decorations. If you don't hear from me after a week or so, tell my family I loved them.. and that daddy died doing what he loved most.. Fighting through 20 years of accumulated shit to find a f*king wicker reindeer with one eye.
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It was my job to retrieve the seasonal decorations sooo my attic stayed organized π
But I did have choice words for the short ceiling when I hit my head the children should never hear, like MFPOSD, so I sent them away whilst retrieving the decorations.