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IT WAS early on a Saturday morning, the time of peace and dreaming, and my wife was curled on the sofa by a mug of steaming tea, nibbling the outer extremities on the corner of a Garibaldi biscuit, while reading her magazine - pausing occasionally to allow the significance of a particular item to settle on her thoughts. Suddenly, her ruminations were broken.
"Gosh!" she called across the lounge to the armchair, where my fingernails and few surviving teeth were grappling in vain against a knot that had grown overnight on the lace of my left moccasin. I am a monotasker, unlike my multitasking wife. So, on hearing her exclamation, I raised my grizzled head, relieved to be temporarily free from that particular torment. "What did you say?" I asked. "It says here," she continued, "that they have found a woman who is four million years old."See the full content of this document
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It Was Early On [ ... ]
"By Jove," I responded.
Athat past "You'd need a lot of puff to blow out her birthday candles. But I think I saw her on the telly a few nights ago - a squat but energetic represen...See the full content of this document
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