My only connection to Whepstead was that I had a room in a house called Moat House. It was £8 a week, cook your own meals. The woman who owned it used to pinch my food from the freezer and the daughter who was one of the ugliest women I have ever seen - the original paper bag job used to try to get in my room at night - had to lock the door! (No not once she was in!) They tried to get me to wait on with drinks when they had folks round to dinner - FTFAGOS Soon moved to a bedsit in BStEds
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