Lovehearts From Spain
Andrew Ward, you naughty, naughty, wicked boy! You may well have parted with several thousand blackjacks with which to purchase mine and Mr. Edwards' hideous, ghastly, damp-rot infested, beastly beastly beastly Brighton shack, but you'll not get away with your latest venture! I've heard tales on the grapevine of your peculiar exploits, dear boy!
Well more fool you for buying our house then - and more like a hovel than an abode it was anyway, dears. Filth encrusted and crawling with spindly horrors. The very thought, loves, the very thought. If I wasn't tethered to the bed by Mr. Edwards I'd flounce onto the next London bound transport and admonish you thoroughly. Are you listening, Andrew? Give you a full dressing down. Ooooh! A full dressing down! Fancy that, young Andrew, fancy that!
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