We had a walk up to the Wharf Inn for a pint of Brakspears in the garden.
Early evening while I bash the keys on the PC and Sue reads, the outlaw is bashing knitting needles together, click click click .
| We do get on really, she bought me a pint. |
| We do get on really, she bought me a pint. |
The river Thames that by our door doth pass, His first beginning is but small and shallow; Yet, keeping on his course, grows to a sea. WILL...
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