So let’s return to thee Braintree years as we all returned last year

My husband when I say we have to go to Braintree looks oh no he says even thou he’s a ghost him and my mother do not get on but we often went into thee town to buy our dinner and when we walked down thee Cressing road by at George s playing fields in a clump of corn was this dear little field mouse on a ear of corn as my husband took a look theemouse never flinched and here’s my husband wyth his lute both Jack kit Wright and husband excellent lute players