
IHateSprouts tells us they once avoided getting caught up in an IRA bomb attack by missing a train. Tell us how you've dodged the Grim Reaper, or simply avoided a bit of trouble.
( , Thu 19 Aug 2010, 12:31)
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Back in the seventies, in the North (note capital N), when weather were real weather, it got reet windy one day.
Windy enough to pick up 3 huge sheets of corrugated (spelling?) iron from a builders store next to our house, and send them flying through her bedroom window.
Because, and only because, she was not quite ready to move up from an old-fashioned, high-sided cot to a bed, she not only survived, she now had a lovely fort with a roof.
( , Fri 20 Aug 2010, 11:13, 1 reply)
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