Still Love Him

Well, he's sixty-four today and definitely losing his hair, but I still feed him (though he feeds me too) and I "need" him for a lot of reasons - he's pretty handy with a fuse, though afraid I have no idea how to knit a sweater...

Strimming under the oaks, so we can park the car in the shade. 

Bllipping early, because going for a meal at Sem Fim with Cecilio and Ermelinda, and then to a classical music concert in Reguengos; will be late when we get back.

Only version I found with the Beatles actually singing.

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