She refused to drive into the yard unless we offered to pay for the tow truck. So, near the THO it went. That meant more schlepping for us. Hopefully Cliff's front-end loader would make easy work of it. And, sadly, my poor health would probably prevent me from operating it.
Worrywart Tony called me and Dietmar a couple of times before. Were the hairs on his neck standing up? He phoned as I was trying to send a text via Fido.ca site.
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