A cuppa, some scones and the Mad Hatter
The woman’s house was destroyed in an air raid and the kind policeman steered her towards a salvaged chair, made her sit and uttered the magic words “You stay here.…
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I got a whiff of London today, while driving along sunny Wilshire Boulevard. The smell I associate with London is slightly acrid, metallic, with a finish of burnt tires. I…
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