Great Sutton

Great Sutton Cypress lane, I lived there for years never saw a tree. Gas fire in the living room, the bedrooms were glaziers, If it hadn’t been for the pub nearby I would surely have frozen to death; that’s why I used to fall asleep on the sofa, in the living room, when coming home from the pub. If my wife was in the mood she sat up waiting for me, most of the time she wasn’t; said I was a drunk. Sober people came knocking on my door, insisted on telling their story, politely I let them talk, but I noticed they smoked a lot and that wasn’t good for my throat. Warm pub, cold bedroom, no contest, I got up and left.