He went to the headstone maker to sort out the stone for her grave. Being a devout man, he decided the inscription should read ‘She was thine’.
The stonemason told him to return a week later.
A week later the man returned to inspect the stone. The proud stonemason wheeled it out in a trolley. It looked fabulous, except the inscription read ‘She was thin’.
“It’s missing an ‘E’,” he exclaimed.
The slightly embarrassed mason apologised profusely and asked him to return a week later and he would fix it.
A week later, the Yorkshire man headed back to inspect the finished stone. The mason wheeled it out again. The bereft son inspected the stone. It said…
We’re having a very serious think about moving to the coast.
My job has pretty much confirmed a max of 1 day a week in the office, and probably less, and that turns a 1:15 trip to 2:00, which I can cope with once a week….
We’ve long talked about living with the sea in sight…
Much to consider. Like why the fuck have I just started fitting a new kitchen……
Same here, my other half (and me to a lesser extent) loves Charmouth and is adamant we’re moving there once my son leaves home. Elderly parents locally are another factor though.
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