My Medicinal Garden


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…The years went by.  As his bank account bulged to undreamt of proportions, so did Mr Mortar’s midriff, thanks to all the meals he had eaten at The Bull & The Boar.  Had he lived in Roman times, he would have commanded his minions to carry him out to his car in a sedan chair.  As it was, he had to walk from the front door with the brass plaque to the kerb, where Paddy opened the car door for him…