IT used to be that gipsies, if we’re still allowed to call them that in such enlightened times, tried to sell you lucky heather.
Well today, at lunchtime in the town centre, I was approached by one who was selling plastic keyrings.
Still fairly useless to most of us but I suppose that’s what you call progress!
Andrew Monks
Stockton Heath
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