Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
I wonder if his name was Donald?
Perhaps he's been on the beer the night before.My first husband, the night after the sort of dinner party we had in the sixties - buckets of alc - found himself on the train to London suited and booted, shirt and tie but no collar - he wore the stiff starched ones as a rule
Was he a vicar?
Happy Frog and you: I thought you were supposed to be only young. Your cultural references betray you. (-;Pat: no hat? The bounder!Madame DeF: no, he didn't have the shins for it.
Uh oh... another of my escapees
nursemyra: the whole bloody borough is one of your escapees...
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