Sir, – 304. You couldn’t even count from 289 to 300 without messing it up! – Yours, etc,
Sir, – 305. You would have seen more meat on Good Friday than you did on her. — Yours, etc,
A chara, – 306. Lighthouses in bogs – bright but useless. (Regular refrain from my father on the common sense of my siblings and me!) – Is mise,
Sir, – 307. If that man’s brain were made of ink it wouldn’t even make a full stop. 308. She thinks she’s the big cheese, but really she’s just the cow on the box. – Yours, etc,.
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Sir, – 309. He has a great welcome for himself. – Yours, etc,