I ❤️ my local newspaper

The Dereham & Fakenham Times (incorporating Wells) tells me everything I need to know about my little world and all the creatures in it.

Every Thursday a clapped-out car pulls into my driveway.

L- lurches out of the least unroadworthy of his revolving cast of cars. The roads round here are tough. The clapped-out car he was driving last week is at the mechanics. Today’s clapped-out car is a courtesy vehicle/loan/backup. But nothing will deter him from his mission: he’s the delivery driver for the local newsagent, with whom I have an account, and a single, standing order.