Upstairs, Downstairs, Upstairs, Downstairs:
Albert's upstairs, flat on his back. Soothed by Harold's filial care and attention, not to mention the TV, liqueur chocolates, grapes and unlimited beer, his slipped disc is healing very slowly. Meanwhile Harold is out on the round - until he notices the mysterious disappearance of all the pink liquorice allsorts downstairs...
What a way to live! Harold's invited a "bird" for cockta..
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