When Breakfast might be the only meal of the Day
“France?” said Terry. “I’ve never been outside Swindon in my life. No, tell a lie. I went to Wootton Bassett once.” He pondered, fiddled his fingers. “France? I get lost in West Swindon. Imagine getting lost in France.” I was on duty serving guests, guests with stories. It’s difficult to paint a picture in words: […]
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