Sep 11, 2017
@roaming-ranger
“Izzat you again?” Nana stumbled about, dressed in what looked like workman's clothes and a battered grey overcoat. How she wasn’t being burnt alive by the sun was anyone’s guess. “Oi, I got lost ‘ere. Can you ‘elp a lass out? I’d give you some wines fer yer troubles, but I can’t even find my ‘ome.” And she walked closer to the ranger, almost falling on her face with another poorly-placed step. “Maybe I can cook somethin’ fer you. Ya ever ‘ave a bread sammich before?”