Mrs M went to Heathrow to catch the bus to Falmouth . Six weary hours later she arrived with a numb bum and took a taxi to the B&B next to Flossie’s flat. The room was barely big enough to swing an Omani dustbin cat, but it mattered little. After dining with Floss , she slept like a log thanks to a hottie, cotton flannelette jammies and bed socks.
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