The House In London Road 2.5

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Gerard’s black Mercedes was a vehicle that seemed to be about a century old, and as big as a barn. It smelled deliciously of leather and cigarettes, and in a state of great excitement the five of us loaded ourselves into the saloon – along with packages of Elsie’s sandwiches filled with saucisson, or with Belgian jam which was nothing like the pasty English jam, and fresh waffles from the bakery, and bottles of juice and wine, and biscuits and a certain cheese of a deliciousness that I would never again experience.