A nice cup of tea and a bunker
Oh God. Kelly’s heading my way with that moronic morning smile on her face. “Ready for our cup of tea are we, Edith?” We? We? Ye gods! Is she fetching two straws with it? What I’d give for a gin and...
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The train’s clattering out of the station with a bit of a wheeze. She may run on electricity – but she whines a lot. I’ve just been told, by a new British citizen, that this is the oldest electric...
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She’s proud of her delicate feet, her fine ankles and shapely, slender calves, bare below her petticoat. The red shoes are her favourites. She wears them for luck, to charm the eye of – whomever....
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