I found this story in the archives. Hadn’t thought of it in years, but it made me smile.
In Antrim, Bert and John Coffee – both in their nineties – were helping their grampa repair the roof on his big house in the village, not far from the grange hall.
“Bert,” John says, “you better lay the shingles right. I don’t want to be back up here in another twenty years.”
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