Once upon a time there was a very naughty boy. The naughty boy grew into a very naughty yoof and that yoof aged into a naughty and grumpy old man after a decade or two of being a bad tempered, shouty, grumpy young and then middle aged man.
Throughout that time the naughty person has never been punished for his naughtiness.
But he has been now.
The sentence, harsh by anyone’s yardstick, is to go to Montrose in Scotland. He departs The Towers at 0500 tomorrow
Deep woe and more woe indeed.
Please feel free to send veg, fruit and salad parcels.