permissive twit

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oh heaven help our linda, she's really done it now, what's more it's all so obvious, i mean her stomachs sticking out, if father tells me' mother, she's bound to have a fit, followed by a neat convulsion, thanks to our permissive twit, she thinks his name was ronald, or was it sid or len, the only thing that's certain, is that it wasn't bill or ben, our parish priest god bless him, the very reverend father pitt, will no doubt be preaching sermons, to our dear permissive twit, by now the word, will no doubt have been heard, by almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alley all except that is, our own great aunt liz, who i hear's been deaf since the day our grace recorded sally, sally, sally, unless we raise the money, she'll have to let it out, what i mean is she will have to, have it the right way wrong way about, in other words let nature, take its course and do its bit, for the sake of those concerned with, own dear permissive, dear permissive twit