ThE manoR house was a strange place. In one room there was a lot of sound. Each worker in there is a sewer, with their sewing machines hard at work, combining to make the racket. Outside a cricket match was in full swing. The batsman had just hit a sixer which went so far that it rolled down the hill to a sheer cliff down to the river below. The match was in some confusion about which cricket ball to choose to take its place. In the end the umpire placed the balls in his hands, holding them behind his back. the team captains tossed a coin 5 times and the captain that got the most heads got to choose which hand contained the ball to continue the match with! Upstairs in the manor was a furtive looking young man watching through a telescope at the army training ground and writing notes on what he saw. The butler came into the room with the afternoon tea. He asked how the budding spier was getting on. "Do you think you'll make a good spy one day?", asked the butler. "Shh, don't tell anyone", was the retort. Out in one of the outhouses, another man was checking the state of his skiing equipment ready for him to join his skier friend as they headed to the Alps next Friday.
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