Ellie Harrison
May 28, 2020
2 minutes
“We started our picnic with a game of Mr Potato Head and finished it a few short minutes later, when we were shooed off by a golfer. At least I think he was a golfer, but his fancy-dress tartan billowing trousers and equally gauche jumper meant he could have been a pensioner at a stag do.
After I was asked whether I
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