


An inaction packed with Torp!
๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐๐น๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ” ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐’๐ ‘๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐?’
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Back to the sick bed with poor Torp, King of his own Castle as he climbs the continuously spiral ‘wooden hill to Bedfordshire’ whilst snoozing contentedly. A look of serene contentment on his little face.
The nurse by his side giving him a really nice bed-bath.
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For those of a sedentary horizontal persuasion, this must be a scene that illicits a feeling of significant pleasure?
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After a cheese sandwich supper, (he usually manages a few minutes of wakefulness if ‘snap,’ (aka: scran, bait, fodder or buttie), have been consumed. Choose your own slang), he slips into a fitful and much needed slumber.
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๐ช๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ
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Sleep comes naturally to Torp, but ‘unnaturally’ he is used to serene slumber, with angels and butterflies, rabbits and twit-to-woo night owls. Twit to woo night owls……………………….???
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๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ:
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You have read enough, and so to picture book world (to the left of these wise words – back to your childhood then?
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And too much can be more than enough, as Torp has a 'wet wipe' moment.



