Oh, dear Essex, how do I love you, let me count the ways.......
Oh Essex, full of new towns and chavs,
And orange women (with exceptions, Angel)
Oh, and boy racers.Which makes the A12 and M11 such an adventure.
Oh, I forgot to make this rhyme.
This time.
Aha, did it that time.
I like Essex, it means that I'm just one county away from home in Kent. And I should get the £1.50 ready for the Dartford crossing.
I will write more about my adventures and forthcoming exciting trips. Can you guess where in the world I will be working in next month. A shiney new penny for who get the right answer, or closest.
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59 year old, soon to be retired, twice divorced, thrice married 2008, male living in the garden of England on the white cliffs just north of Dover, Kent. I used to be a geophysical engineer and before that an RAF Armourer, but now just earning a living anyway I can. Now working for a supplier of offshore wind turbines; I think I can say I have something to do with quality. Life even better. Soon to retire. Yay! Hobbies include photography, music, history, travel. Hates Brexit.
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