Yares ago, we even climbed up the cliffs at Beeston Bump frum the beach one day. Blust me, when moi mother got t'hare onnit she wuz suffin' savage. Oi spooz that wuz moi mucky knees what gev me away! An' the holes in moi trousers a-corse. Mother gev me a clip a the lug – an' that hoolly smart, that did. But thass another tearle, ent ut?
Dew yew tearke care, tergether!
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