As expected, this was a pleasant, easy read. I love the quality of his writing, which always conjures up a great picture of life in LW. A few favourite lines:
“You look like death on a biscuit.”
“… was 72, an age when a man is proud of being able to still put his clothes on standing up”
“Some people finish dinner and drive off in the wrong direction. Like Evelyn. Instead of south, she went Up.” [Evelyn had just died.]
“You look like death on a biscuit.”
“… was 72, an age when a man is proud of being able to still put his clothes on standing up”
“Some people finish dinner and drive off in the wrong direction. Like Evelyn. Instead of south, she went Up.” [Evelyn had just died.]
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