I don't know why he swallowed a fly,
Perhaps he'll die.
Today is a fly day. They're everywhere. And Uncle Wilf breathed in at the wrong moment. Excuse me while I go and sew up my split sides!
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- Back to Blighty!
- Radio silence
- Didn't we have a lovely time...
- Footsore
- Picture Postcard Setting
- Wrong on all counts!
- Mabel and Wilf go mad in Melbourne
- A post out of time
- Trams and Tribulations
- Rooms without a view
- Mornington Crescent
- Sultry days and steamy nights
- Jet-setting
- And now for a short break
- Busy doing nothing
- I know an old man who swallowed a fly,
- Whale Watching
- Can ya tell what it is yet?
- Desert discovery
- Tie me Kangaroo down Sport
- Mabel and Wilf go to the big City
- These are a few of Wilf's favourite things
- Stormy skies
- A fishy tale
- Uncle Wilf does breakfast
- Fremantle - convict city
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