We are here.
Security was a little fresh at the port. All the cars just sale through but the bikes get pulled over. Noticing the rubber gloves of the border guard we decided not to complain. Well all except Morris who had a glint in his eye and started arguing about the weather, politics,Fern Cottons dress sense, in fact, if I had not know better I would have thought that Morris was deliberately trying to wind up the rubber gloved border gaurd.
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