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  1. Hari OM
    Not fair, you are a tease, I will not be able to resist tackling each and every challenge within the challenge!!! YAM xx

    Jock grabbed the bedside torch and slipped out his room to the top of the stairs. Whoever was down there didn’t know who they were dealing with. The old soldier still had his instincts about him. Those days and nights in the Vietnam swamps taught him oodles about dealing with slinky sods like these.
    Down the steps he crept, torch lifted and pointed like a gun. He was sweating now, just like in Nam. He could still feel that fetid, steamy paddy.
    The buggers were cheeky, they even had the light on and were boiling the kettle. Taking a deep breath, Jock banged the door open. Elsie was stood there, sugar half way to the mug.
    “Och Jock mon, ye gave me a fright. Are you having one of your moments darlin’?”
    His long-suffering wife made a mug of tea for him too, and he stopped quaking.
    Bloody Nam.

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