(The Spitfire Ale is currently going down nicely, but I’ll
avoid the obvious joke.)
And I’ll tell you something odd about Ashbourne today. I
went into the same shop where I heard Doris Day singing Move Over Darling last week, and the same song came on again when I
was at the very same point in my circumnavigation. Such things make you feel
there’s some meaning to be taken, don’t they, but I never know what it is.
And I saw HT54’s younger sister in Sainsbury’s car park.
Same British racing green, same white roof. BJ05. It was empty and didn’t wave.
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