PAGE 3 A young chappy lad grinned at me. ‘Lo Mr Youngleg have you been on a dirty weekend? This rather shook me, but he might have been a confidant of my predecessor, so I just nodded. ‘I could carry your bag.’ That seemed a good idea as I wanted to find my new accommodation without fuss. I followed... Sign in to see full entry.
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