flop and jerry

After Sheila's holiday ended and she took her cat home flop and jerry have fallen back into their old routine, flop out all nite comin back around 3 for a be.lky top-up then off again for a couple of hours before returning home ti sleep in the bedroom all day, jerry, the complete opposite, sleeps in all night and wanders from dawn till dusk.
I have just discovered 20 or so images that were completed at the start of my ai journey and become buried as they were printed off for a fifth album for one if my brothers sadly, down to being sent out or being told ti take one over the other with me, my youngest brother by 4 years, was always at home and as such has little place in the memories of my early years, it is Ive decided, a separate series as it very much shows the freedom, and recklessness and danger under which children of the 1960s had.

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