Quite a few years ago I was driving back from London, so stopped in the Village in Manchester for a meal before finishing my journey I dropped into one of the bars for a soft drink while deciding where to eat and hust as I settled into my seat I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find an old friend stood there. We had been friends for years but I hadn't seen much of her since her husband died, although we were in contact by phone. To say she was tiddly was an understatement, it looked like she was very merry indeed. After some casual chat, I persuaded her to leave her car overnight and 阅读更多内容