Re: £££s
I think that is what my driver was trying to say to me - had I been able to understand him. He had a horrible cough, near a death rattle - to avoid catching it I was trying to breath 'through my derierre' to put it politely.
Laid him on the back seat, jumped in the drivers & got myself home. He parked under a tree for a few hours, then was gone -
And I tipped him.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
