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There's this thing lurking adjacent to the tooth factory. Whatever it is, it's awaiting a new wheel as the last one rusted away. Can't imagine why.

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Pater Crofter is back. I caught him feeding the mechanical pig - or whatever it is. The 'thing' was about to be put to bed for the winter on account of the weather becoming less summer-like. Basically, it's gone colder and damper.

Mum Crofter is back too - with a guest in tow. The guest, Gemma and The Crofter imself came up for a spot of poisoning chez nous the other evening - and I have seen neither since. Ooh Er!

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The Crofter has gone down to the Southern Isles - or will be in the morning - to learn to judge sheeps. Not sure how that works. What does one do to a sheeps if it is guilty Eh? Tell me that?

So the croft will be kept in fine fettle for a couple of day by Mr & Mrs Mum & Dad Crofter. See, Dad already been clearing up the ,,, the ,,, the muck.

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Dad and Mum are  still away on the mainland as I write - a family bereavement sadly. Mr Crofter is handling all of the jobs on his own - bar the deliveries which yours truly has taken on. [When I don't forget]. That's how I know how expensive pig pellets are these days! Maybe The Crofter should eat cornflakes like the rest of us do.

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He is busy