AN UNFORTUNATE AFFAIR AT MON BLOGUE/A NEW DAY IN ANDALUCIA
While proceeding to my estate from my London house, at the end of the season, I noted a sign on a garage forecourt that offered six free tumblers with each five gallons of petrol. ( Naturally, as a true-blooded Englishman, I still think in terms of proper, imperial liquid measurements; not these incomprehensible European litre things.) “ Aha!” I thought, “ A highly fortuitous offer, Ariel, old chap!”, and a rapid calculation established that the capacious petrol tank of one’s Rolls Royce Silver... Sign in to see full entry.