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Jobby, there has been neither sight nor sound of my state Tuctuc, or indeed of Ted. I am beginning to wonder if he has defected and claimed asylum with Mr Honitonia.
So not to worry, we have tarted up the mobile chicken hut a treat, and Eric is proving to be very reliable as a chauffeur.
Less so Grandad as a husband. Say no more.

Grandma (there's no one quite like me)