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The upper deck of the bus was in full voice. You might be thinking I was on my way to yet another football experience, but nothing could be further from reality. The bus rocked not with enthusiastic alcohol fuelled male voices, but with the sound of hymns. A group of older ladies were struggling to contain their excitement, as they headed towards Southwell Minster. Music books at the ready, they b...
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Lorraine Brecht
mmmmmmmmmmm I can almost smell the lilacs from here ;o)