“I’ll show you something not good for you if you don’t shut up,” a little old lady ordered from her perch on an armchair by the fire. “The cheek of ya, laying down the law in this kind woman’s house.” “But Nanny—” “Don’t you ‘but Nanny’ me,” she chastised, holding up a wrinkly finger. “You’re not too big for a clip around the ear, young man.”
Clock it. Thank yewwwww
