And the sun shone on a lawn bearing half an octagon of tables, white-clothed and groaning with the most delicious beef. Dom toasted his Dad, and all the usual suspects drank deep of claret that was well worthy of Nivisons' glassware.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
CDU 168B
And the sun shone on a lawn bearing half an octagon of tables, white-clothed and groaning with the most delicious beef. Dom toasted his Dad, and all the usual suspects drank deep of claret that was well worthy of Nivisons' glassware.
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