When I was over there I started seeing a local lass, red white and blue curbstone estate and I was round there one Thursday and she was in the bath, knock on the door “get that” she said,
opened the door to a figure dressed in a combat jacket and a balaclava. ?
Like I’d been scalded, out the back door down the garden like Bolt and she’s shouting out the window “it’s alright, it’s an LPA collector he comes every week.”
Wasn’t a long relationship. ?