Saturday February 11, 1954.
Another Saturday free from spying on butlers and light-fingered maidservants.
I took some wrinkly apples to feed to the narrow boat ponies along the canal path, dodging the odd shower or two by sheltering under the bridge.
Another Saturday free from spying on butlers and light-fingered maidservants.
I took some wrinkly apples to feed to the narrow boat ponies along the canal path, dodging the odd shower or two by sheltering under the bridge.
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