Dorcas she’s always complainin Candleford don’t see enough o t’local constabulary, but personally I don understand the fuss - ere in Lark Rise we always seen this as a blessin!
Fer a start, me and Queenie ud starve if it weren’t fer a bit o poachin, then there’s young Alf’s field o foreign-lookin weed (no idea wot ee does with it but I ent never seen him wi out a smile on iz face), not ter mention Queenie’s moonshine business, and o course everyone knows the Timminses bin traffickin young ladies these past 5 years gone.... and god only knows wot old Giles sprays on is crops but I ent the only one’s seen 2-headed rabbits hereabouts.
Now where would we be if we ad the plod round every day? Folk jes don know when they got it good!
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