It was the worst year of my bloomin’ life. Um, actually it was only three months but you know what I mean. 2020 was a stinker.
Me and the other old blokes had just got back from Ireland, and boy did we need a break from each other.
But then COVID swept around the world and the know-alls running Windy Mountain got it into their noggins we needed protecting.
So they locked us up together in a tiny house for three months. Three blinkin’ months!
Oodles was all right. But James Northan was diabolical. No wonder his wife left him.
If it hadn’t been for the bloke armed with a baseball bat at the bottom of the garden, the odd Tasmanian Tiger sightings from bedroom windows and the postman up to no good, quarantine would have been very dull indeed.
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JOHN MARTIN 