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	Comments on: Job Vacancy &#8211; Project Coordinator	</title>
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				By: Anka				</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I lived in Lasham in country Hampshire in the late  fiiefts/early  sixties and the mobile library popped up once a week parking outside our farmhouse front door. The milkman had already been and the grocer was due in about an hour coinciding with the Vicar who drifted by with the roneod parish newsletter. The Squire&#039;s foxhounds raced through the garden a bit later followed hard on by the huntin&#039; fraternity, red-faced and narrow-minded. We all ended up at The Royal Oak by evening time and rounded off the day with a game of darts. No time for TV and who needs Facebook!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lived in Lasham in country Hampshire in the late  fiiefts/early  sixties and the mobile library popped up once a week parking outside our farmhouse front door. The milkman had already been and the grocer was due in about an hour coinciding with the Vicar who drifted by with the roneod parish newsletter. The Squire&#8217;s foxhounds raced through the garden a bit later followed hard on by the huntin&#8217; fraternity, red-faced and narrow-minded. We all ended up at The Royal Oak by evening time and rounded off the day with a game of darts. No time for TV and who needs Facebook!</p>
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