In my mind … it is 1969 outside … The summer sun has dropped down below the storm clouds – the crickets are singing – the grass is wet – geese are flying low over the paddock and the donkeys are snuffling their way through fresh green hay. And I think I’m going to be in bed before the skies get dark. It sounds, smells and feels just like it did when I was a kid!
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