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Me, I’d rather be lost in the woods than payin’ for that. “War’s dirty little secret” – nah, mate, this is dirtier. She’s out there, freezin’ her arse off, and I’m thinkin’, “Get a proper job, love!” But then, who am I, eh? Choppin’ trees, cacklin’ at life – maybe we’re both mental. Exaggeratin’ a bit, but once saw one with a punter in a caravan – full on *Hurt Locker* tension, waitin’ for it to blow! Hilarious, yet sad – she’s the real bomb squad, defusin’ desperation daily. What a world, eh? Absolute nutters, the lot of us!

On my way back, I bumped into an old friend, Dima. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was telling me about his new job at the local school. “Teaching kids is like herding cats,” he said. I laughed so hard. I can’t imagine trying to keep a bunch of hyper kids in line.