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Then, I spot me mate Dave comin’ down the path. He’s got that cheeky grin, and I know he’s up to no good. “Oi, mate! You catch anythin’ or just a cold?” he shouts. I tell him about the cat, the fish, and the bike kid. He’s laughin’ so hard, I think he might choke on his pint.

What time is it ?…………Brundall parkrun time! 4th Attempt