Monday, December 26, 2011

It’s all a dream and illusion now

Monday, 26 December 2011

If you find my stories of my new life in a strange land confusing, you might want to read the tale of Maurice Wilson from the beginning. I don’t know if it was the Brussels sprouts or the Christmas pudding that did for me, but after the exertions of the football match, the meal and the soporific effect of Yorkshire Television, I dozed off into a deep sleep in the armchair. I woke in the early hours feeling the chill. The only sounds were the hiss of the gas fire [...]

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