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Re: P&QFrom: marrowjam@[snip}blueyonder.co.uk (Lydia Dustbin) "Sn!pe" <snipe@spambin.fsnet.co.uk> wrote in message news:1jo0cir.1ltxupi1ix8tlbN%snipe@spambin.fsnet.co.uk... How nice for her.... Ummmmmm. My mother used to retreat off to the Dominican monks at Hawkesyard Priory in Staffs. I don't know what the heck they got up to there but she came back laden down with pictures of Lord Krishna and tales about sharing ciggies in the herb garden. Mind, that wasn't so fraught for her as when she swanned off to torment paying cutomers with pranayama and relaxation at some hidiously expensive health farm. That was a strictly no-smoking establishment and the hooded yogi (as my father called her) could be found lurking in the shrubbery at all hours, and after darkness, where, so she said, every other bush was enveloped in a haze of smoke and the sound of frantic puffing could be heard half a mile away. From what I understand there was a 'there, but for the grace of God...' feel as the smokers watched the furtive ramblers, ramble their way back from the village pub (snacks and stonking great sandwiches on demand) as they stubbed out their gaspers, or as the no-longer-starving-hungry slithered past brushing crumbs off their prison clothes trying to ignore the hacking sounds from the undergrowth. LdB
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