Dear Ed,
Don’t think we don’t what’s going on with all the fake names in Letters to the Editor. I’ve been in the village all my life and I have never met any of the odd people who write in. Do they exist! And what are they on?
There seemed to be more reality when the R.W.G. [...]

Dear Ed,
It’s a jungle out there! Friends arrived unexpectedly to stay in Mockbeggar, and rang to ask if they could come for a drink before dinner in Mockbeggar.It was 6.00 and I said they were really close and I’d sweep down and pick them up.
It was 7.30 and I’d driven a thousand miles before I [...]

Dear Ed,
What is the Baron waiting for? There are mystery pints to be drunk, pubs to be explored and male binding in the marsh…no, forget that! its male bondong, no… some om keys are looe and Ihave arthritis in my tumb.
Is Dave in need of the names of some pubs? Paul should pop next door [...]

I had been home four days and there was a risk of ‘cabin fever’ (for Canadians) or ‘le cafard’ (to members of Legions Etrangers trapped in lonely desert posts). I did have a little court appointment on Monday 11th in Portsmouth prosecuting. I thought it might be worthwhile and with Alexander home, I had a [...]