And as the rain blitters doon on the window, and the wind saughs past the gable end, the little grandchild looks up from their warm and cosy bed with eyes like saucers and Grandad clears his throat and starts, "Once upon a time"........... and I'll send the rest by text...Aye Right!!!!
Many a true word is spoken in jest Dram. We don't believe it but phones can do all sorts of things these days. I suspect there's already a touch phone App for bedtime stories but I'm not going to look for one.
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