1706- Plymouth

“Bloody idiot!”
His father tossed the file on the desk with a contemptuous snort. He’d been lying on the floor by the fire, copy book open in front of him. His mother said mildly,
“Language, Charles.” Then, having looked up from her reading and seen the fury in his face, frowned, “What is it?
He waved a hand at the papers, “Six ( Read more... )