Someone Tell Me What Is Going On by Clive La Pensée

Someone Tell Me What Is Going On by Clive La Pensée

Excerpt… We stopped mid-afternoon for tea and cakes. Vera was very vacant and morose. She was working something through. I decided it wasn’t the moment to disturb her meditations. The cream tea was magic. Perhaps now she can be cheered up? ‘I feel sorry for blokes with beards and mustaches,’ I started. ‘I’ve nothing against…