E.A.M. Harris

E.A.M. Harris

Parting and Departing Th’last time we walked yurr, thee ‘n’ me – old codgers – we was in short trousers. ‘Twas a raw day, remember? No! y’remember nowt. Y’mind’s woolly as an unshorn sheep; ‘ts given yer memory the slip. We walked along this promenade. Talk about...