The scene in which I confess to them is invented, imagined. And, in fact, could never have happened… .because Robbie Turner died of septicaemia at Bray Dunes on the first of June 1940, the last day of the evacuation…and I was never able to put things right with my sister Cecilia….because she was killed on the 15th of October, 1940 by the bomb that destroyed the gas and water mains above Balham tube station.
drive thru employees
they are sick of your nonsense
I lost my fucking shit at the fish and scared the shit out of my cat!! I am crying!!
are you kidding me things like are a very welcome relief to an otherwise boring shift of doing repetitive work