It was a lovely day with sun streaming in the window. From our house you can look across green fields, across woodland to moorland in the distance. The old man and old woman often stare out and say to each other, "Aren't we lucky to have this view?"
Lucky? They decided to live here, didn't they? They didn't move in and then the view popped up to greet them.
Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes. The lovely day.
So the old woman was staring out, a vacant look in her eyes (usual expression) and says, "Budge up, Toffee, I want to see the view."
I stared back at her. You expect me to move when I am settled here on this exact spot?
I. AM. NOT. MOVING.
Why look at a field, old woman, when you can look at ME!
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