Stale, bile, gits, a ravelling tar and all the gusts filling up the inn to see the savour - sounds like a tall tory.

[pen] There is Ruth in the goo book!

Everyone ought all heir resents yet? The hops get crowed if you leave it too late.

No resents his ear - well, early one. My bother, siter and I agreed a few ears ago to give to goo causes instead, so the only resents are or my bay gil and my eices.[pen]Yes, the goo boo is rue!

I'll probably do most of my hopping at Luewater this ear.