As the Crow Flies

Granpa just groaned and said, “I don’t want you to end up workin’ in the East End, young ’un. You’re far too good to be a barrow boy for the rest of your life.” It made me sad to hear him speak like that; he didn’t seem to understand that was all I wanted to do.

an apple is an apple whoever bites it.

from around his neck started to undo the buttons on the front of his

God bless the Scots and their puritan upbringing,