Friday 13 January 2012

Millbank Holiday Farm

The luxury of a room with a view? Probably not. Cold stone walls, no tea and coffee making facilities , no ensuite. The service in this place left a lot to be desired. At least it wasn't lonely, as long as you didn't mind rats for company. Talking to another human was not allowed. And it was near the water, the water running across the floor in your cell, that is. Sailing paper boats might have been fun if there had been any paper to build them from. Then again, there was a Bible, provided for reading and educational purposes and prisoners were pretty good at reassigning the pages and turning them into all sorts of things. Before Ephraim's time there, the diet was gruel for breakfast, soup for lunch and thin soup for supper. Let's face it, soup does not sound all that great on a regular basis but just how much can you water it down? These guys needed a pizza or two to put some pizzazz into their lives, or a trip down to the golden arches.
Ephraim decided that this place didn't make the grade and he decided to check out early.

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