That's good to hear!

Presumably that's how sheep see the world.

Mine had form with pharmaceuticals, too. Once went to get some ointment from Boots on the recommendation of a friend, who I'm almost certain didn't call it Hell Fire Jack.

My old Nan was a right Mrs Malaprop and came out with these all the time.
"Ooh no, I don't like flying. Prefer to keep my feet on terracotta."

My novella Coldwell involves the same time and place, from another angle.

Are there worse things out there than the plague?

Published by Road Song Books:

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Richard Rogers CD single from 1990. you decide!

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You're welcome! It's tipping down here in Hull, and a rainbow has appeared over Hessle Road. This can only be a good sign.

I remember that one! Must look it out again. Meanwhile, if anyone's up for 1666 and all that, here's my novella Coldwell. Plague, the machinations of power and a strong dash of folk horror in the shape of an underground giant.

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