A melancholy emblem of parish cruelty.
A chaos of books and papers and alcohol.
Stray leaves, fragments, blurts and blottings.
Men are less likely to know than women.
Villagers are all out on Saturday afternoons shopping in the local town.
Only an idiot and the dog remain behind.
You have an odd style of writing. I think that’s a good thing. I wonder if you are an odd person.
oi Idiot! and yer dog! please can you add me to mailing list? I did this before, but you obviously ignored the request. Tsk.