He was expecting it. When old Michael told me he has cancer I asked if I could try on his jacket and when Tommy went down with a heart attack I was straight round the hospital for the tenner he owed me and a look at his boots
Pal of mine is bedridden now. He's gone down with some sort of eating disorder. I mentioned to him the other day that he wouldn't have worn much of the tread off his boots if he doesn't go out any more
Can't imagine how a plasterer would have done that to you - but there again, I can't imagine how you've done it either.
Still, it's done now so go down to your locall specialistb paint shop and enquire about what products they have available. There's usually something
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