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Tuesday, February 01, 2005
"Morning."
"It sure is - I'm off on my holidays tonight!"
"Are you? Where are you off to then? Going abroad?"
"No, we're off to the Scottish Highlands."
"Ah, it's lovely up there. How long you going for?"
"Four days. It's only a short break. We're hopefully moving into our new house mid-February so I need to save some holidays for then."
"Still, it'll be nice to get away. The house going ahead then is it?"
"Yup. We reached a compromise with the quarry and, although we're not getting all the garden - or anything like it - it'll have to do. It's all going though and we should hopefully be moving in a few weeks."
"About bloody time, I'm fed up with all you 'it's off, oh it's back on, no it's off again' rubbish. It was getting boring!"
"Yeah, alright."
Sheesh, I'm not having a made-up conversations with him again.
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