It Wasn’t Me It Was Some Bigger Boys

You’ll have seen it go over the fence and into Lord Archer’s garden. You’ll have heard the breaking glass. Did you go to fetch it ? Did you make your apologies? Did you hell as like.
On the Tuesday after the Stafford game Paula, the housekeeper, came into our little shop and produced the offending ball. Happily, like club member Lord Archer, she saw the funny side. I was left to feel like a little boy who should know better.
IMG_2435-1And I wasn’t even there. TK

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    • Foxy on Wed, June 1, 2016 at 9:24 am
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    Breaking Glass

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