Another beeauty today - the pint of stout anyway... sorry, that was very ungallant, must be my age when the beer starts to look more tempting than the person holding it.Mum wrote this to Ethel in August 1926, and you'll be pleased to hear she was having a fine time, in "very nice lodgings" and just about to go for a ride. Similar to today, except we get taken for a ride instead - by the planners, developers and all those with no sense of what makes a town work properly. Oops, there I go again...
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