Doyen of the Thrumpton Ladies Guild, and jolly good egg.
Merge never misses a day of weasel-kicking, the ancient sport of choice in Thrumpton. There she is, bedecked in sensible tweed skirt, sensible checked shirt, and with her reliable old Leica, ready to record the final moments of a punted weasel.
Bonus - Ain't that the truth
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