Ron and Beryl at the SeasidePart Two Onwards Together
Monday It had taken me some time to get to sleep last night, as my brain seemed to be turning over faster than the Jag at full throttle; and then after a rather fitful night’s sleep, when I had eventually dropped off at last, I ached so much this morning when I woke up that I wished that I’d taken Beryl up on her offer to share the big bed. However, by the time that I’d roused myself from the feeling of weariness and stretched a few times and managed to clear the drowsiness from my thoughts,...