17 February

Posted on February 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I led the troubled soul looking like toad bedecked as the washerwoman, from the dank cell and onward to the cold light of freedom. I had come to the unfortunate conclusion that there was little alternative than to place the poor confused fellow in a home for distressed gentlefolk. C.F.

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