Demon and Demeanour Book 4 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 23 Business is business
I spent the entire day after the Twelfth Day of Christmas in bed, comatose, and it was only in the afternoon of the next day I summoned sufficient energy to rise from my bed and wash and shave. I recalled what the veterinary in Stow on the Wold had said when Rambo, the regimental mascot, had over extended himself in the tupping of ewes: ‘Rams are like men, they fornicate until exhausted, and then continue fornicating until completely and utterly exhausted’. Like Rambo I had over reached...