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At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.

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The day finally arrived - The Gentlemen, with their Digger (and lorry with grabber attachment) came to dig up our front garden.

Who knows, maybe we'll have a driveway soon?