Ooooh, Bluebell Way, sounds so lovely and serene, doesn't it?
There's never normally a kerfuffle on there. That's meant to be the posh bit of Huncoat.

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Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs, cackling and telling me
'You'll be next.' They stopped when I started doing the same to them at funerals.