“Tell
you what, Spaghetti,” Sowerbutt said, his long frame stretched down a bank
behind the hedgerow on the A11. “I thought I was reasonably fit, but I’ve found muscles
today I never knew about.” The
two men had been ditching since before dawn, hacking roots, digging out
grass and shovelling out soil and dead leaves to open up the field ditches. The farmer was paying them 4/- a
day, plus food and a barn to sleep in.
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