Not exactly HIGH NOON
Aug 19, 2020
3 minutes
“Clive is coming over,’ said Mr Dear once he could spare a moment from the demanding business of eating three Weetabix.
‘That’s nice,’ I said.
Clive is one of Mr Dear’s oldest friends, and a member of the party who escapes to Scotland each year for a chaps’ fishing trip (I mean a fishing party consisting entirely of chaps, you understand, not a fishing party that hopes to catch chaps).
‘As our trip had to be cancelled,’ explained Mr Dear, still speaking through
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