With Ms Monoid's mother recently passing away, and myself having to work a handful of 15 to 18 hour shifts which will enable me to take a few days off to travel southwards to attend the funeral, things have understandably been a bit hectic lately.
But whenever I'm having a particularly bad day, I always console myself that Dave Prowse hasn't made any unexpected genealogical revelations that necessitate the employment of cardboard boxes and old mattresses for health and safety reasons.
That would really mess up your day...
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