Take it or I'll call the ambulance she said -
When we got back from Waitrose, we found my dad holding his head in his hands -
He had too many bumpers of Pujalet at lunchtime -
Wine's like lemonade he says - a little glass doesn't harm you -
For the sick and for the aged my dad starts singing - for our dear ones far away -
16.15
Monday 10 August 2015
Staunton Road
Havant
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