And in overseas news: the Tour d'Angleterre, Britain's premier bike race not stolen from one that happens over the Channel in France, made its way today through my hometown of Frome. Our reporter on the scene (my mum) said the excitement lasted for the whole ten minutes it took to cycle from one end of the town to the other. But it did get reported in the news.
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Frome hasn't seen this much excitement since Farmer Cooper's sheep got loose and ate the flowers in the churchyard.
What's wrong with horses?
