I just sit there listening and observing and smiling benignly when they tell rude jokes and then apologise to me for their language, like they don’t know I’m English and can out cuss them any day of the week.
I just sit there listening and observing and smiling benignly when they tell rude jokes and then apologise to me for their language, like they don’t know I’m English and can out cuss them any day of the week.
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Letters from the women in my family to their mothers from 1910-1980.
The art of losing
The Life and Times of a retired Soldier, Boxer, Pilot, Husband, Father and Grandfather
tales of untruths
My memoir. Where I cuss a lot.
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