Has anyone lost their miserable old git this morning? If so, I can tell you where he is. It is a glorious day and since my own personal mog was feeling sick (off post) we thought we'd have a blow on the headland. It was really beautiful - just a huge expanse of heather, gorse, rocks (and of course the customary offerings of dog pooh carefully preserved for posterity in black plastic with a neat bow on top) and I was just starting to relax when I heard a blast of tinny music behind me. I turned to see a silver-haired old b**gger stomping along towards us, arm outstretched, and nestling in his palm an old portable radio antenna twinkling in the sunlight. He passed me without acknowledging in any way that I existed and eventually disappeared, his soundtrack with him. He cannot possibly have been able to hear it above the wind and the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks, but an hour later, blow me, there he was again, still stomping along with his arm out and antenna gleaming, music still pumping out. This time he puckered his face up into what I think was a form of greeting. In response I puckered up mine into what I know was a very annoyed frown - grumpy old woman or what. Does he belong to one of us? Silver neck-length hair, head to foot in navy, and with a very noisy left arm. If he is yours, is there any chance you could give him some headphones for Christmas 
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