Pino remember when

Pino remember whenPablo Picasso Three WomenPablo Picasso Seated Bather
just stalks. Now he was beginning to recognise the little differences. There was William Spigot and Gabby Wheels and Duke Bottomley. All old men, as far as Bill Door could judge, with skins like leather. There were young men and women in the village, but at a certain age they seemed to flip straight over to being old,
these parts this, although it seemed transparent to the others.
And Duke Bottomley had been named by parents with upwardly-mobile if rather simplistic ideas about class structure; his brothers were Squire, Earl and King.
Now they sat in a row under the hedge, putting off the moment they’d had to hit someone over the head with the shovel. William Spigot was the one that sang when he worked, breaking into that long nasal whine which meant that folk song was about to be perpetrated. Gabby Wheels never said anything; this, Spigot had said. was why he had been called Gabby. Bill Door had failed to understand the logic of