I strode manfully towards the back door, having ploughed the back 40, [well, if the truth be told I’d just laid the bricks for the shed to sit on], my honed and toned torso glistening with sweat. (??? Splutter. ‘Scuse me, I’ve just choked on my editorial cup of black coffee. Lo,TG Ed) I looked […]
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