I told them I’d had a nightmare – well, I had, in a way – but it caused the hell of a stramash, what wi’ the bairns shriekin’, and Ian choking in the corner, and Mrs. Murray sittin’ bolt upright in bed, sayin’ Who, who? like a wee fat owl.’ I
Diana Gabaldon
I told them I’d had a nightmare – well, I had, in a way – but it caused the hell of a stramash, what wi’ the bairns shriekin’, and Ian choking in the corner, and Mrs. Murray sittin’ bolt upright in bed, sayin’ Who, who? like a wee fat owl.’ I