Now glamorous Jean Smith had it worked out good. If there was one ray of sunshine,
she could be found spread out like a lettuce leaf on the "green bit" at the Villa,
gathering a tan on her bikini-clad smooth limbs.

I could not compete. I had legs like an anorexic stick insect. Hey ho - you win some, you lose some.
But poor Jean drew the short straw at the morning Coffee Sessions at the Villa.Morning after
morning bent double over her tenor sax, fighting the good fight.

I thanked God I'd escaped that sadistic punishment.

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