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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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Jun 11,  · Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore; Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are fairer fit to soar. A little rest, and then the world is full of work to do. .

So, I’m standin’ there, right? Tryin’ to decide if I should buy some raspberry or go wild with the blackcurrant. Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, trippin’ over his own feet. He knocks over a whole table of jam! It’s like a jam explosion! I’m talkin’ sticky chaos everywhere. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee.

The death has occurred of Philomena (Phyllis) Winters, Dromore, Co Tyrone.