The rare yet exhilarating feeling of catching a fly between one’s fingertips and muttering in exclamation; “ooh da fly!”
“ooh da fly!”
When you were actually at the hospital, most likely for a chest infection.
I was at the hospital actually for a chest infection
East London is the horrible place of plague and rats. It’s no life for an old crone in East Landan and walking down the dirty old rat ridden streets you can smell the plagued air and feces which rains from the smashed windows above.
The rules don’t apply, not in east london
The rich with their hats and the poor with the rats in east london
When one’s trotters are coppy. A very rare yet serious accurance
“Claire’s got coppytrotters! She was in hospital actually for it”