I'm in Wolverhamptonshireford and Ewan's been sick...again! I think he's allergic to us. Well, not me of course. That's a physical impossibility - nobody can be allergic to pure joy.
The people are different up here. It's strange: there seems to be a different kind of boredom in the eyes of Midlanders when compared to Southerners. It's no more or less. Just different.
I shall enlighten you on more of my observational ponderings later as duty calls and there is afternoon tea to be prepaired.
Toodleypoo!
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