“Don’t tell me that I never take you out, Polly,” Sowerbutt smiled as the attractive red-head poured cups of tea for them both in the Refreshment Rooms in High Bob, a stone’s throw from St Matthias Church, the suburb’s oldest surviving church.
Polly poked her tongue out as she passed him a side plate stacked with thick slices of home-made honey cake. “No more of your favourite iced cakes. They’re about to stop making them for the war effort, according to the newspapers." http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
Polly poked her tongue out as she passed him a side plate stacked with thick slices of home-made honey cake. “No more of your favourite iced cakes. They’re about to stop making them for the war effort, according to the newspapers." http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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