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In the words of the song - King Coal!
Aye, King Coal (or King Coil, as us Mam used to say when she wor weshing us clouts in't streeam).Or King Nuke, or King Gas, or King Any-bloody-thing that keeps us warm when the thermometer plummets.King Wind is too fickle for my liking.
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In the words of the song - King Coal!
ReplyDeleteAye, King Coal (or King Coil, as us Mam used to say when she wor weshing us clouts in't streeam).
ReplyDeleteOr King Nuke, or King Gas, or King Any-bloody-thing that keeps us warm when the thermometer plummets.
King Wind is too fickle for my liking.