At my monthly men's meeting which starts with a cooked breakfast at eight o'clock in the morning, the visiting speaker, John Samways, speaking with me beforehand, asked me how long I had been in 'this neck of the woods'. This meant Midsomer Norton. I realised I'd used this term for my whole life without questioning what it meant. Searching around, it could be that this was an attempt by the...
My Neck of the Woods
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