Dennis ‘the r****t’ Jowett was a creature, a creature of habit.
Dennis ‘the r****t’ Jowett was a creature, a creature of habit.Every Saturday morning he walked down to his local shops, about half a mile away. There he would buy a loaf of artisan bread at the bakery, a crusty cob loaf only sold on a Saturday and six slices of locally cured ham for the Jarrett’s lunch.
Every Saturday morning he walked down to his local shops, about half a mile away. There he would buy a loaf of artisan bread at the bakery, a crusty cob loaf only sold on a Saturday and six slices of locally cured ham for the Jarrett’s lunch.Then he stopped at the newsagent and buy the ‘Daily Mail’ and his lottery tickets for the week and walked back home again. It was the only exercise he ever took and was out of the
