This song often goes around my head when I read TFK, particularly
Poor old man, he had an accident with a 3 bar fire but thatâs ok because he wasnât very happy anyway,
Poor woman, strangled in her very own bed as she lay, but thatâs ok, because she was old and she would have died anyway,
Donât blame the sweet and tender hooligan
Deaths are the easiest to know, we can count bodies and extrapolate. Itâs better than guessing how many will be infected in the future, based on a guess of how many have been infected.
I dunno, Iâve gotten a fuckload of jobs done around the house, Iâve the yong fella working off both sides, and Iâve managed to clear out a lot of the beer I had in the place since the Christmas.
They really were. Got the lil ones to send them to two of our spinster aunts and they loved them. Should keep them in the mind when the Wills are being written up.
Odds are it was already pretty rampant in Northern Italy before they had time to react. Breda on Facebook aside, it wasnât the same story here. That alone should effect a big difference in the graphs.