In the Co-Op today, a member of staff was pushing a trolley filled with Ritz Crackers, liver sausage, breadsticks and gin. She explained to a colleague, 'Doing Mrs Truscot's shopping. Only got a couple more things to find. It's for her usual outing on the 21st to the burial mound to get mashed.'
I do cabaret, sing opera, write and dog sit. Sometimes all at once.
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