Dot Wordsworth

Mind your language | 12 January 2008

I was looking at bird-feeders reputed to resist the attentions of squirrels as a suitable present for my husband, who already often sits in his armchair nursing his whisky glass and staring out of the window, when I came across a sinister outrage on the English language.

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