The Itchy Soul: Chapter 50
“GLODDFA BONT PLEASE,” I said to the taxi driver after he’d kindly finished putting my bags in the boot.
I’d been travelling for the best part of twenty-four hours by now and I knew I looked like a wreck! The kindly air steward had got me a flight into Bristol at no extra charge but that had meant another couple of hours on the train all the way into Swa…
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