Summary
"We had Les Ross open our fete one year," lisped the little girl.
"And Steve Bull." I rounded on the precocious seven yearold who had stalked me from bran tub to bottle stall.See the full content of this document
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Tears and tantrums at church fete after cheggers no show
"Well they're not bleedin' here now," I shouted, wiping the sheet rain from my face. "I'm afraid you're going to have to make do with me." "My dad says," she added, "it's not worth getting ...
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