As I passed a crotchety old diner at John Lewis' restaurant, I heard her exclaim in shrill upper-class tones:
"When I arrived, he was cleaning it with Bicarbonate of Soda!"
Meanwhile, the vicarage over the road from us has an inebriately large collection of empty beer, wine and spirits bottles left out for the bin-men. It is my understanding that the man is living alone; but who does one contact about these things?
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