The Oldie

I’m the Quentin Crisp of Deal

Young people like to embrace the mantra ‘Be kind’. We’ve seen a great display of kindness in the many, many offers to host Ukrainian refugees in the middle of the tormenting war they have experienced.

I wished I could invite a refugee into my abode in Deal but, quite honestly, they could do an awful lot better anywhere other than chez moi.

I live in circumstances of barely controlled chaos. I’m a dreadful clutterbug. My bedroom is organised

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