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I don't know; I didn't listen!
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It's at times like this I wish I had listened to what my mother told me.
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Sneeze of the truth.
Better out than in.
There's enough blue sky to make a pair of trousers for a sailor. A very optimistic view of a tiny break in the cloud cover (generally during family holidays in North Wales)
It's all a matter of taste, as the man said when he kissed the cow. A favorite of my father's. I later discovered that it can be found in Don Quixote.
It's cold enough for a fur-lined walking stick. My late dad's winter comment.
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