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It was lovely to bump into Big Davy at the Club this evening when we went for our fish and chips. He's a neighbour in the village. He told me he's thrilled at the donations from the States (so thanks, guys!) and all over the world. He does, indeed, slide the anvil up using the plank which he wets with water: greasing the plank makes the anvil slide off and it's a bu&&er when that happens. I saw the barks on his shins where the anvil has just caught him with a bump. He wears steel-toe-capped boots to keep his toesies safe.
He's going to take the weekend off. He gets so dehydrated and drinks so much water that he hasn't room to eat, so he's noticed that he's getting weaker. He'll eat loads over the weekend to make up for that.
He reckons it'll take about another ten days to get to the summit.
Sent by thought transference
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