turned into a kind of general store and sold furniture, drugs, uff.

    For t part of t actually groaning and rattling a c sometimes feeling t I’d like to. Also I  as soon as I got to Loarted on ter t to open quite early enougongue  ime.

    Mind you, I  in time. Sometimes it seemed to me t it didn’t matter a damn if Loed. After all, o get a do all ted to do, even go fis like it. On turday afternoon I even  to tackle sreet and boug-cane rod (I’d al-cane rod as a boy—it’s a little bit dearer t) and  and so fortmospever else cackle doesn’t— because, of course, fis c see anyt middle-aged man buying a fisrary, le talk about t on a paste made of bro tell  I ed tted it to myself—bougrongest salmon trace , and some No. 5 roaco t Binfield ill existed.

    Most of Sunday morning I ing it in my mind—s I? One moment I’d t, and t moment it o me t it  one of t you dream about and don’t ever do. But in ternoon I got t and drove doo Burford eir. I t I’d just  tomorro, maybe I’d take my ne and grey flannel bags I case, and  like it.

    I drove over C ttom turns off and runs parallel to to out of t of little red and , of course. And to be a lot of cars standing about. As I got nearer to tiddle-tiddle-plonk!—yes, the sound of gramphones.

    I rounded t of to! Anot. ter-meadoo be—tea- mac kiosks, and c as e. I remember to for miles, and except for t tes, and noen I’ve sat ternoon, and a  be standing in ter fifty yards up t be anyone passing to scare   gro go fisions, tinuous c