Proud son

Getting to Grips went down very well, apparently, with the assembled throng at the Women’s Guild. Mother did me proud. She removed the obscenity and replaced it with just “B…” Other Guild folk told mum that she should turn to acting. I imagine – I have to, I didn’t see it because of work – that she performed a la Donald Woolfitt. Today, I am a proud son, basking in the glory of a job well done.

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