“Here’s a sight for sore
eyes, guv.” Spaghetti said.
Sowerbutt picked up the
Webley pistol on the kitchen table and moved across to the window.
“No, it’s alright, guv. No
trouble. Come and have a laugh, lads, don’t miss this one.”
One-Line, Missionary, Panda
and Nero moved over to the windows. As laughter broke out, Sowerbutt whispered to
Spaghetti: “Trouble, he wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
The red-faced man, wearing a
fading Gieves suit and cap, came to a halt on his heavy ladies’ bike and glared
at the line-up outside the farmhouse, beside themselves laughing and waving.
The slight military man
dropped the bike, pulled off his bike clips and stalked towards the farmhouse.
Brushing his thinning hair back with his hand, he snapped: “A word, Sorbay, if
you can spare a moment.”
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