![]() She was looking fine and he thought she smiled up at him. It only took the briefest look at her shape to recognise her as Rosie Thompson. It wasn't a bad day, but not hot and sunny, so he was slightly embarrassed to crest the top of the hill sweating and breathing quite heavily, almost to fall over a young lady lying in the grass. Anyhow, he was doing his usual thing: run.well, plod for the hills. The Union bosses were happy to have modern motor cars to take them to Union HQ and luxury holidays instead of having to walk or ride a horse. They were making a fuss about modernisation again complaining that modern machinery was doing humans out of jobs. He didn't like being on strike but the Union of Communication Workers had called them all out. Unfortunately Pat was chugging a bit, his mind busy, in a bit of a sulk. ![]() The black and white cat did her best impression of a collie sheepdog and was pleased to see some dozing sheep suddenly wake, leap to their feet in shock and leg it out of sight round the hillside. But Jess the cat had dutifully followed him and now was climbing through the long grass on the steep hillside. He had left wife Sara and son Julian asleep in the house because it was still bloody early. when Postman Pat decided to take his Kodak and climb up the hill behind Chelmorton in Greendale. Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine? I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find. God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,Īnd bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.ĭawn breaks like a bull through the hall,īut my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.Īnd i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.Īnd i'd a danced like the king of the eyesoresĪnd the rest of our lives would 'a fared well. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. The pic doesn't have anything to do with the lyrics, but I thought it fitting since the song reminds me of Postman Pat.
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