Sowerbutt was looking forward to some time with his lady; a quiet meal at the George Hotel, round the corner in George Street, Luton was the plan. The chef was past the call-up age but still passionate about his cooking. His liver dumplings with fried onions and roast breast of lamb with mint stuffing were legendary. Sowerbutt licked his lips thinking about the chef’s spiced apple fool.
Smiling, he opened the door to the upstairs flat to be greeted by two high-heel shoes followed by the local, thankfully thin, telephone directory. “Ooh, you bastard, I’m running out of things to throw at you,” Polly shouted. Fending off a succession of red, black and gold cushions from the settee, he made his way into the lounge. He never knew what to expect with Polly, anger or amore.https://www.amazon.com.au/Colour-Red-Deal-Sowerbutt-Novels-ebook/dp/B00RL9FGKM
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