The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Not before bedtime surely ?My they are growing, must be the country living !Di.xx
Well, they are your little chickens :)
Those poor kids, work hard all day digging ditches and bricklaying for their dad and what does he do as soon as the sun shines and the nights warm up is throw them out of the house into and locks them up in a cage, I suppose mrs Thud will end up looking after those chickens.
Nah, leave 'em there.
Up in El Dorado the walls are stone and the door is iron!
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