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Hugo Burnham
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Today's theme is Hats
Now that's a hat....
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Today's theme is At least six different colours
I haven't counted them but there might be at least six...
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Today's theme is Clouds
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Today's theme is It looks wet
Lock gates on the Grand Union Canal in Leicestershire, UK.
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LOSING TIME by P R Ford (yes, that's me!) - the paperback version is even easier to purchase now, worldwide, from my listing on Ebay here:
http://r.ebay.com/QJnmHp

You need to read it before I publish the sequel, so what are you waiting for?
Or head over to my website for more information at: https://www.prfordauthor.com/
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Today's theme is Umbrellas

A fairly big wall in China where it rains occasionally.
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It must have been around 1977. I was on a school geography field trip in North Wales learning about drumlins, U-shaped valleys and glaciation. There were around twelve of us, all boys, of course, stuffed into a bed and breakfast hotel whose decor reflected both the late 1970's and what the school could afford. We spent our days being ferried around in the back of a blue transit van looking at mountains and valleys and sheep and rocks.
We had an evening meal at the hotel and were left to our own devices in the evening with the words of Mr M., our master, ringing in our ears, "You may go out but you do not have my permission to go into pubs..."
So, forgoing the delights of watching Doug Mountjoy playing snooker in the TV room, we all went off to find the nearest pub. There were still a few around in those days and, after an evening socialising, we decided to stop off at an off licence for a little extra to take back to our hotel. For some reason, possibly the persuasive power of advertising, we decided to buy a bottle of Martini Rosso. I wish I could remember how much it cost but at least six of us chipped in to buy it.
Anyway, very hungover, it was my job to smuggle the empty bottle out of the hotel in the morning past the two teachers who were hovering like sober hawks waiting for us to attend breakfast.
"Good morning Sir" I chirped as I passed Mr E., the empty bottle between my armpit and chest and underneath my jacket.
"Where are you going Burnham?" asked Mr E.
"Just going to retrieve my shoes, Sir. They're outside."
Mr E. looked at me, looked down at my besocked feet and then back into my eyes.
"Well, hurry up then, breakfast is ready."
I dumped the empty Martini bottle in the litter bin outside and retrieved my shoes from outside the window where I chucked them a few minutes earlier.
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Today's theme is It Sparkles
Orlando, Florida around 2005 I think.
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Today's theme is Busy Photos
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The toffee apples were pretty good. the doughnuts fresh and the bloke in the foreground had all ready eaten several of each...
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It may have been frothy man.
It may have been exciting.
If you were a teenager in the mid 1970's you had to drink it.
The cans it came in were made of plastic.

However, to be fair, it didn't taste fantastic.
Frothy milkshake with a hint of chemical after you sank it.
It'd now be seen as frightening,
And receive a government ban.
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