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...having dinner with my mate a couple of evenings ago, he’s as bald as a snooker ball, and he had an old comb sticking out of his jacket pocket. “Why have you got comb?”I asked. He replied “I just couldn’t part with it”.
We have no village green, or a shop.
It's very, very quiet.
I can walk to the pub.