Summary
ONE morning at 7.30am I looked out of my upstairs window and saw my paperboy, at the front gate, busy blowing his nose with a paper tissue. I watched as the lad, nose blown, neatly folded it.
I, thinking he was going to pocket said tissue, was mentally commending the lad when, folding finished, he stuck it into my hedge! I quickly retracted my mental commendation.See the full content of this document
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Just Who Is the Litter Lout?
Not wanting to jeopardise future deliveries ...
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