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Old neighbours ask me to help them out
Last week, my new neighbours moved in. The following week being a hospitable old guy in his early sixties, I went round to introduce myself. The guy I took to be the husband looked friendly enough and seemed about 70 invited me in and introduced me to ‘the wife’ Liz. She was on the plump side and the sight of a very fat camel toe protruding through extremely thin and figure hugging leggings led me to believe that Liz ( 72 I learned later on) that they were not your normal staid oldies. We went...