Bonjour, mes braves.
Well, should I hear another
crapulous opinion regarding impending Brexit echo about the historic streets of
Dorchester I fear for my sanity, so I've retreated to the sanctity of the PWF
office. Tempted though I am to rock gently to and fro with hands clapped to my
ears, it occurs to me that there is communication to be done. So accordingly,
to some degree in the style of our very own (idiotic opinion-free on Brexit,
thank the good lordy) town crier, who I encountered earlier:
Hear ye, hear ye, the Philip White
Freight van shalt leave the Alps around 26 July - which is little more than a
week away, so getteth thine skates on. It will come up to the UK, do its usual
act of trundling around unloading and reloading, then head back to the Alps at
the end of the week. If you would like its cargo to include something of yours,
please get in touch.
Alors, I bid you ye olde bonsoir.
Phil White
Philip White Freight
