I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. (Reply).
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the roar of a thousand male voices from all directions told me all I needed to know.
LOL - me too. I was out in the village lane chatting to a couple of (female) mates when we heard this roaring noise. "Scored then," we said all together, then got back to chatting about the important stuff *g*