Friday 30 August 2013

Sowerbutt's Holiday

"Where do you go for a holiday in wartime, Polly?" Sowerbutt smiled. "We deserve a break."
Polly looked at her man stretched out on the black settee in the Cheapside flat. "Southend is out, the beaches are closed for the duration. Same in most places, I suppose. They go too far. Look at all that nonsense in Swansea where they sawed the pier in half. Who is going to paddle all the way to the wilds of Wales to invade us?"
"A nice hotel somewhere," Sowerbutt said. "Or one of those remote country houses where all the rich are scarpering to?"
Polly jabbed her man in the ribs. "We'll have a couple of quiet days here and you can tell me what you have been up to."
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