I followed the market, made the transactions I'd planned on. I'd been to the hardware store and the chemist to get the necessary. And so on & so forth. Everything under control. So I go up to the shed this morning to get feed for the old pony. What's that noise I'm asking myself? I look up at the sky, we get a lot of choppers go across here. No not that
And then I tumble. I hadn't turned the car off yesterday.
