Here is Tilling pondering revolution, saluting the Marseillaise
as belted out from the tape player in the back of Barry and
Franks police car.
Afterwards Tilling seemed a little uncertain as what to do with
the glorious hour and went about pottering.
En route to Mont Marot I met a neighbour who asked what I
was doing. On being told that I was collecting rosemary, he
spat on the ground and expressed dislike. No, no, I said; I will
boil it with lemons and sugar - delicious-
Ha, replied; is that what the english use for cleaning their
houses?
And here is a remarkable sight ... Roys tummy.
Hes home and well though should be resting more.
Afraid he got the full benefit of Starlight last night,
Tillings inevitable discomobile.
I stayed home and watched the glow worms in the yard.
Not unlike Roys tummy, really.
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