Today I decided to venture back into civilization, necessitating shaving
a week’s growth off the beard, jettisoning the tracksuit bottoms, and driving
the car over to Newton Aycliffe; once parked it was a steady one-crutched walk
to the bank, on the way back the resemblance to Long John Silver exacerbated by
the clink of sixty pieces of eight in my pocket – well pound coins actually,
destined for the boy’s daily dinner money allowance.
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