The great Brahmsian slow movement of the sixth glass was broken rudely by the telephone's percussion.
The narrator is a reader and ruminator, a provocateur.
Talking of nightmares on the M1, we went to York this morning to see the St.Nik. fair. We caught the 8.08 from New Pudsey and had to stand in a packed carriage as far as Leeds. Do people actually do this every day? What a morningmare!
Mate, my legs cane!
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