So the Fox, taking advantage of the local ferry system, had embarked on a voyage to go shopping in another city. Returning home, hordes of little schoolboys get on but before I could roll my eyes I see their Master. Well, he could be my Master any day. Our eyes meet. We smile. He glances away at the woman next to me who has the prettiest little handbag you've
ever seen which matches her shoes, gloves, hat, her outfit straight from British Vogue.... Me? I'm carrying a plastic bag with a frying pan in it.....
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